lazarus’s song

if you

are reading this

i am dead

like you

though we both

have some life left

here as both the

container and the contained

in your mouth like

a cavity that can be filled

with a finish less filling

than flesh sweetened

with tenderness

from your lips

*

i’m followed by shade

with the language

of the unheard

that lazarus sung

to the dead

using a torn of bible born

from the tower of babel

and from the warming

of water into blood

like climate change forewarned

since the beginning

that will benefit

only my shade

that rises out of this

melting into something

until nothing

*

at last

my list

is lost

on lust