bare-bones

—i'm lying out in the graveyard
and i'm screaming up at those evil stars
those we were born from must be dead
so these are their children

i'm pacing hastily through the graveyard
and i'm muttering because my throat is sore
our ancestors are dead
we are their children

i've been loitering illegally in the graveyard
and i'm whispering because it feels softer
if we all become ancestors
who will be our children?

i'm sitting in the graveyard
and i'm silent because i can't feel

anything
anymore

if time reeled backwards
would i still be dying
or dying in reverse?

-RB