moon food.

luminsessence rises

shines through the clouds

like a torch under a blanket

of mist late at sundown

under the watchful eyes of the moon

the fright cast

upon his face aghast

shadows disintegrate, drown

in the fog alone

in this field I feel followed

by the gaze of the inevitable dawn

of the moon's gentle haze

the fog' icy glaze across the grass

stone of over one hundred years

entwined with vines and tears

long ago dried of those to whom I

once held dear and told my fears

of this very place, but the fright

on my face no longer reflects as the pecks

from maggots and worms alike hide

from starving crows and take refuge within my clothes,

the throws of my skin slowly peeling, slowly flaking away

like embers in the breeze of autumn

when the air cools and trees grow bare their branches -

no longer can I feel the soil beneath me as I dream

of the gentle footsteps of those who have lost their leafs

that once made their branches green.

my only friend comes each night as he did

when I was born, when I was alive, when I died

his silent greetings of light let me know that he is still there

that even though those long gone lay beside me, he

still thinks of me, he has seen many afore and after me come to this

place where the sun burns stone,where petals fall

past faded words, where we all become food for the worms

who become food for the birds.