Unholy Sonnet Breath like a house fly batters the shut mouth. The dream begins, turns over, and goes flat. The virus cleans the attic and heads south. The body turns a last cell into cancer. The ghost abandons all of his old haunts.
Silence becomes the question and the answer.
The eyes like orphans find the world again. Day washes down the city streets with noise. And oxygen repaints the blood bright red. Ray, in his coffin, wears A colored hood and robe with black felt bars. Ray's flesh is safe from worms and graveyard rats.