Who walks alone

As night descends

Here in the village

Of stone and of bone?

Who spends time

Amongst the broken teeth

Here white, here black

Jutting piecemeal and loose

From earth’s tenuous hold?

I do. I step bold

In the wild, overgrown warmth

Above the buried, above the cold;

A stranger

Amongst the dispossessed

Just me

And brethren homeless

Who make camp

In the darker places

Comfortable with the dead

In whom they share so much

As they lay

Mouths pressed to the listening earth

whispering secrets to one-another

In the safe and falling dark