by Cam M. Roberts
I am my dead father
I am my unborn son
I am the one burning
quietly in the evenings
sharing the same story
of humble ghosts
walking on
in solemn silence
my hand in my hand
each to his world
our sunken worlds
weathered by shadows
holding us in my arms
without tenderness
but tireless and firm
and sleep now
as under the moon
we are together bound
Ubi sunt 