There is a slipping somewhere
I feel the soul-shift
and it’s like
vertigo in my heart
while a wail rises
away away
with
cries and cries
of
"something dies!"
so in tears
the departed are prepared
while I –
I pray for
resurrection
and a fresh chorus
in the old song
but it’s not everyday
the body comes forth
new child from a stone womb
sometimes the dead stay cold
sometimes the dead remain
dry bones in a dark tomb
Harnessing Chaos 