Words from Inside My Head

Together we do the earthy work

 of laying down our living dead.

 it’s difficult enough to release our embrace

 from the ones we must let go,

 those who’ve slipped away

 expected or by surprise,

leaving just their memories 

with our cries.

but to unearth those whose bodies

are still warm,

their spirits tightly

locked inside us,

 is to mourn for 

those we could have loved,

who could have loved us longer,

better or more. 

those dead for us,

 while still alive.

We cannot release them

from these inner coffins

we’ve put them in.

Yes, there is blood in this work,

emerging from our own wishful

weeping hearts.

We can only free ourselves

by relieving our self from

 that wistful grip.

1970-80’s