Lazaro

How strange now I'm old
The grasshopper's weight,
On thin skin a burden now.
Somehow I feel I've already passed over
An immigrant ghost
In the world of men.

I often wondered
Whilst sinking day clouds
Tuck away
Unfamiliar colour
If it was only a dream.

I just remember being cold
Underneath the paradox of burning skin.
The faint fatigue within
Ebbing
Into an oblivious
Fracture.

How deep I died
How far I flung,
Tumbling recklessly
The vacant course
Of nothing
Panic-stricken.
How long did I feed my body
Yield to the vulture's maw
The famined heart?

Circling the parched sky
Lingers to claw, tear
Life to shreds with
Stark cry. And the gulping
Through blood
Retching filth

Until morning song
Fresh and true
Commanding flesh to
Merge with bone anew
Ah, "Lazaro, come out!