Where the Restless Rest

 

I clear the frail white skins and bloated bodies off the soaked bottom board

 

A clumsy guard darts at me, quickly seized by the rain and the cold,

 

I stretch my hand striving to feel the lively vibrations of the sequestered horde,

 

And eye the crippled house empty of memories and heavy with rot and old

 

My lungs squeezed tight as a tarp

 

The bees play my song like a carefree harp