Thursday, August 07, 2008


Every single buried thing
Comes out of the earth
As back he comes
The tears they didn't cry
We'll recall

For pictures survived the years
As young as they once were
'You are what you are
But you lack the nerves'
As back he comes
From the dirt

The extra dish for dinner
Unwanted guest
Forgotten misery served for dessert

Too late to ask questions
Too late to try
He is gone
But still they ask why

Misfortunes yet to tell