Transparent Man

I am the only thing
that haunts this graveyard,
the only transparent man
to wander after the last of light
has given way to a cooler night;
there are no voices save my own
while the dead are dry or rotting
as am I…as do I
and there is comfort in the thought
that the passed on merely rest,
it tells me they, and I, will wake one day,
on the left and on the right

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