company of the Dead
i much prefer the company of the Dead
i talk through the Sun’s rise and fall
endlessly
and they just smile a smile of decay
in response to my plights
they murmur to me, through the endless tones of wind
as if to say “hush child, put your mind at ease.”
and the dust settles upon my shoulders
like a blanket of centuries past
to warm my discontented shell















