THE DEAD ARE HERE

Perhaps the dead are still here,

among us as spirits or ghosts or wraiths,

perhaps they are here,

coming to our dreams and to be glimpsed

as shapes in the corner of our eye

or as a shadow beyond us in the mirror.

Perhaps the dead are here,

living on in the world

after their flesh is gone,

a comfort to us who still breath and cry;

but far more likely I think it to be

that we who think we are living

are instead dead, gone

into limbo or purgatory or hell,

with older souls faint and fading,

unseen, unheard outside dreams,

as shapes in the corner of our eye

and as a shadow beyond us in the mirror.

03.05.2020