Dead Man Dreaming In The Dust Poem by Janine Ecks

Dead man dreaming in the dust,
You must recognize my lust.
Where you've gone has no return,
But I go too, because I yearn.

Dead man, do you live in sin?
I'll hellbound too, then. Let me in.
Some await salvation's dawn;
We are, sadly, too far gone.

Dead man, I weep on this humid night.
Tears and dew mingle, blurring my sight
And the rampant rage of a waning age
Builds pressure I can't hope to gauge.

Dead man, are you dying still?
You won't die alone, so you shoot to kill?
If it is your will, then die I must,
And join you dreaming in the dust.