“You’ll join us someday.”

Over the garden wall

I leaped with confidence

Backed by friends

Who have been where I am

And at dark before day

In twenty minutes

After three diced hopias

A controlled lust for milk

And washing little things

My steady-hazy mind




And came upon the truth

Or what seemed like it

Mortality is feared not

As much as one’s grasp

Of how the end should be

Skeletons as o’-lanterns

Taught me what I must

Remember if I am to face

One more day after dark.

I shall now get back to washing more little things.

“You’ll join us someday.”