Pouring as soft as the water
The grave robber
He’s sewing through time ageless
He’s stealing the Pharaoh’s colon
“High on a mound in the ocean
I’m gonna dig my own grave”
...What to do when you cannot remember
Anything at all…
Sand falling through your fingers
The grave robber
“Fly on a ribbon of motion
Run from the hand to the sea.”
...So possessed by all your possessions
They haunt your children now
Passing down through every skeleton
Till you fall apart alone…