Man Walking

thirty six.

I've cemented you inside the ground

You are a cold grey box, earth eaten.

I can make you dead with forgetting

Dead to my waking dreams, my specters

Always hanging round the outskirts of my eyes

Red tinged, half-transparent

Half-truths

And representations of my living

I can make you dead that way

I can make you freeze

Then should I see you in the street

You're just a ghost of a man walking at me

Ghost of a man talking at me

And passing through the trick of streetlight

In the blue

Passing through me

You died when I stopped knowing you

I need only forget to take a life

And i've died before