Spirits

:::For Forest:::

The living dead
Haunt
Tiny holes in the wall
Little dives

Having walked out
On their skins
Long ago
To sit side-by-side

Spirits in bars
Drinking spirits
Themselves
Past death

No life to breathe
Pulse-free
Green livers
Shining through sheets

Wrapped in chains
Rattling, clinking
Metal on metal
Glass on glass

Sometimes crying
Boo hoo beers
Lamenting
Tragic lives

Scared & scary
Slip into the grave
One sip slow sip
At a time

Last call
Ghosts drift out
Bloated, floating
Into the dark & stormy night