“I’ve spent a lifetime
trying to learn the language of the dead”
~ Jim Harrison from “Sister” in Songs of Unreason
In the graveyard they lie
cool and peaceful, undisturbed
by us walking there—so we deny,
forget they suffered, dying, the verb.
What is the language they speak–
they in their graves, and we strolling by
reading a headstone, what truth do we seek–
once she lived, now hear the sigh
of ghosts who wander just out of sight–
that shadow there behind the tree
you almost see, a dress of white–
and wonder now, memories or fantasy?
This is for Day 15 of Jilly’s 28 Days of Unreason, poetry inspired by Jim Harrison’s poetry. We’re just over halfway through, but you can still join in the fun.
I’m also linking this to Open Link Night at dVerse.