River of Solitude (Hades Revisited)
battered homes
line the
water's edge
hungry dogs
follow
if they can
(looks of grief
upon
hazy ghosts)
they ignore
my slow-
moving drift
western
horizon
are you sure
the sun ends
up down here?
men of dread
make them
all forget
they will be
judged and
carry them
to the road
where three
angels meet
free the dead
from this
hollow lake
western
horizon
are you sure
the sun ends
up down here?