The outraged mourners killed it; and the soul
Of the revenant passed into the body
Of the poet because it had more to say.
–Allan Grossman
The walls
Talk to me about time
You’ve seen plenty
clocks hammered to your
side
Lingering as others sleep
Flat-backed guardian
How many faces
have you forgotten?
How many times
have you stared back
Into glazed over eyes?
Objects move in and out
But does it ever really
change?
This place that is meant
to
What wisdoms are trapped
Between Your coats?
How many mistakes
have you witnessed?
Taking a vow of silence
like some stoic saint
like you have more soul
than me
