The pulse deafens

Spiderwebs at her feet

Futile

Selfish desire

Pleading the ghosts

The gods deceased

The saline pop on our teeth

Flutters ashen away

What can be shared

Across plains

What is left

Who can we entertain

A song for ghosts will never be as tuned

As the ones i wrote with you

I looked above the treeline then down, the branches on either side Closing in

I looked across the shoreline

Down to my feet

Driving east

The saline

Pops on my

Tongue teeth remain

They crash and shake the earth

Please play your song again