Death is best settled at dusk,
I buried the old us and pulled myself from the earth.
I look back not in longing, but respite.
I can’t say I miss you.
I am afraid of repeating those mistakes,
So I scrape me skin off and mop up the dredgings.
I talk to your ghost some times to settle a good intention or two.
May your spirit rest and come to love another
Because I have nothing but graves and bone dust for you.
The somber vigils petered out before the end
Now I fallow and salt the earth
Turning out the old graves.
Go old ghost find another life,
Find another life.