Last Night You Came Back

Last Night You Came Back, and you said you were

feeling so much better. Your feet were torn in two,

and your bowels were hanging from your mouth.

Your face was rotting, and I was afraid of you, come

back from the dead to ask if you could rejoin us now,

and you didn't die after all, it just kept rotting you

away, and it had only appeared to us that you had

died and destruction stopped-no instead you had

been taken, you had been taken somewhere else and

no one knew not even you, but you stood in the room saying,

"But, Look! I'm so much better," and

you frightened me because I knew then that you could never come back

to the land of the living, but that you were condemned

to live in the land of the dead forever,

in the colony of lepers that would have you,

you so frightening to behold...

Then our father came into the room with a large black dog, said,

"I've got to take the dog for a walk now," to send you back

to the grave where you really live now, he was

surpised that you had the temerity to try and rejoin

the healthy, and then I saw you leave us through the

garden, your head bent down, crying softly, and then

I awoke to a horror much greater than ever before because

there is no peace where you are dead, not for you and not for me,

never, never anything but sadness,

and we will never never never never never never

be happy, ever again.