The Dead don't die, and grief neither

 Gratitude to the sky

with my arms on the highway

when night falls

say sacred prayers to the dead

for they live with us still

and the night still falls

their arms wrap us going

hear us close to our hearts

beating and beating and beating

their sounds of their still heart

gratitude to the day

whether sun wheather

withering us with their withering stillness

the sun, the sun, in the blueness of the lost son.

Dedicated 2015, to Noah