Hush

 

We’re sleeping

some of us are ten to a bed

some of us are alone

waiting for a loved one to come in

from another room

 

hush

 

some of us are old

some of us are ancient

some are just children

too young to have gone

to the Cimmerian crib

but the sandman practices

equal opportunities

 

hush

 

there are those with fresh flowers

those with withering weeds

those who are beloved by all

those who are forgotten by most

but all are laid out in wooden pyjamas

 

hush

 

when you walk across upturned soil

by the nightcaps of stone

with their epitaphs for dreams

when you read our names out

do so with respect and

 

hush now

 

we’re sleeping

the long dark sleep

Hush

 

 

 

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