we dug up ten years of soil
so I could get to know you
did I really think that I would?
a photograph or two
a few of your poems
and all the anger that you felt
before you died
but it's not enough
pages of your writing
smudged ink
on the copy of a copy
almost as thought it were the original
but not quite
cause the real thing is gone
buried six feet under
it is hard to grasp the soul of a man
covered in ten years of soil
but still I foolishly tried
Kim told me about the day you died
and I cried
for a man I never met
and tried to pick up the pieces
and told myself
I would play a part
in keeping your memory alive
I failed
cause no one would listen
and now I am alone
with a ghost
cause you can't bury a soul
after bringing it out into the light.
