Where the Dead Sing Their Last

A Poem

Photo by DIEGO SANCHEZ on Unsplash

sing me a sad song
of long lost loves aplenty,
and keep the tunes coming
to the beat of this drum —
oh, sir, we’re standing
right in the middle
of an ending

sing me a lullaby
of listless dead souls
and try not to whisper
while the moon hangs high —
oh, lass, we’re doomed,
so give me one last kiss
before we depart

sing me a love song
of joy in all darkness,
and I’ll hold you close
while we welcome the end —
oh, love, we’re dancing
on our own stagnant graves
waiting to swallow us up

sing me a goodbye,
just this once, just this once —
and maybe we’ll find a sunrise
against the smoky horizon,
anything to keep our spirits high
for one last walk around the garden
that long-ago withered away