In peace may they rest

May the strings of death tie life into the end of my skirt tails
may they rope together fragile necks,
tired from moping
hold them upright,
tease them with the thought that someone may feel their pain,
unnoose them
loose
and scare them back into themselves
into their muscles
to run forward
like new calves
into an empty field
this is an honest attempt at prayer
may the guild of abscenses
be filled with new flesh
may the flesh be wild
with hairs extended outward
still able to articulate
what it is
to feel new
and emotional
nostalgic
crying
and happy
like mad
at the same time
You sad songs, you will be written
like lost lovers
as they hang in the air
like clouds of smoke
may people inhale
what it is to be you
at  a time like this
and breathe out again
enough for you to keep on running
may your finger tips be kissed
by angels and aliens
singing every song
you ever ailed to
one after the other
letting you know
while you fly past the bodies of earth
that they were heard
by them and i