Ghosting Poem by JAY WALK

As your skull cracked away,
with neither yellow blooms falling
nor children cackling afar, I
wondered if it could be different;
a farewell full of
wind and gentle silence.

But it wouldn't have done
justice to the blood you
chose to ignore
or the women you sucked dry.

I know not if you had the right
to act so tragic but
I can feel you, deep inside,
rotting in my stomach.

I hope you swim in peace
in oceans of molten stardust
and come back as
something other than
my mother's tears-
ancient rivers rolling down
to an open sea.

I hope you come back
this time remembering that
a lion's heart can
have shaking hands
and a quaint voice.