Resurrection

"I'm tired of being with dead people!"

You coughed first

White dust

poooofing

from your white lips,

dusting your white face.

White, white, white, white

But your spine

was Straight

Up

Right

Curve

Less

And you were

young

Very

I dropped whatever it was I

held

in my hands

Not over, I thought.

So, it's not over after all.

Come back if you want

All the gods of heaven and hell

know

Your

grace

is needed here

Now

But

beware

Be Ware

Earth

Now

is no place

for one already

Tired

Of being with the Dead