The days exceed,
the days digress,
I am a hole worn through
the world, the turned screw,
the pounded post—
mommy and daddy and the Holy Ghost
as the miracles and infinities
add up the faith and fascination as
I pace out my forlorn portions,
dead reckoned devotions
known by rote and bone.
Prayers pressed against
expired flesh, the kiss
goodbye like coins for
the boatman, forever
closing the world away
as your gaze goes with you
dear traveler through
the ashes left the earth.