Dwell In Dust Poem by rich soos

<i>Isaiah 26: 19</i>

I no longer count those gone before me
I forget too many and feel unreasonable guilt
so many dwelling deep within the earth
and in small packages of blessed memory
the hands of the clock no longer necessary
darkness marches densely onward
closing ranks on the center of my circle
preparing to sink in sound sleep
each whisper a verse of syllables
parsing and parting the departing



from Parting/Departing (2015)