October 27th

I can tell that it’s coming,
the dead make such a noise in my head.

In the end, though, they will hush and settle. Most of them only need to be told,
“Yes, someone will remember.”
“Yes, I will tell your story.”
“Yes, it will be all right, just you see!”

And then I’ll sit
out on the lawn
with a small cauldron fire
and have a beer with my dad and all the good dogs.