Waking the Dead

I went there again
to wake the dead from graves,
to make them my buddies,
to take them home…

I will ask them
The reason I weep —
for my soul
and their deeds
my insanity
and their sins
their imperfections
and my long-lost dreams

I want to make peace
once and for all
I have a right to know
I am but their descendant
after all

Let me do it
One last time
I will be free
after that
to bury them
with their hatchets
and then they can sleep
for posterity
and so can I


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