Vowing to Ghosts

Image:  Steampunk Ghost

Vowing to Ghosts

I come now to reveal
that shedding my skin
beneath a solemn day
may yet serve the soil
before a long grave
Love as thick as gruel
pressed upon the heart
in ceaseless laboring breath
might have won the path
to daily shared bread.

Moving in stiff accord
without a voice to speak
a shadow language
we guard ancient grief
in forsaken rooms.
Tombs that once held truth
now spill fevered tears—
black dung houses bent—
rot and shame sling mud
beyond the dusk—hung
by a thread of sorrow
keeping its vow to old ghosts.

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