THE HAUNTING

dying alone
i eventually crossed
the great divide
between life and death
and saw strangers
in my little house
rummaging through my things
all respect tossed aside
such a scene
haunting me
forever

dying alone
i was laid to rest
against my wishes
in a plain pine box
covered with earth
as an unknown pastor
delivered a generic eulogy
to a gathering of none
such a scene
haunting me
forever

dying alone
i was left waiting
with a glimmer of joy
for angels or St. Peter
maybe the pre-deceased
and there i remained
in the freezing void
no light no sound no hope
such a scene
haunting me
forever