Chains of Graves

Unaware of your clear death I left you in the alley, marked in leaves and flowers by the foundry.

Public property for statistician's ledgers--I figured that's the least you'd do for me.

You kept alive that way: your head above the gutter, marked you on those sunny days for almost-sainthood.

In the end--of course--you ended the same way as any other link in chains of graves.

And the ghost of you is not the same as memory: one is hunted and the other surely haunted.

With the passing of the years you fade away, but I'm never really certain you were there in the first place.

And I guess that's about what you expected, and you figured you would save us all the trouble.

In the end--of course--you ended the same way as any other link in chains of graves.