[The Missing] a poem

All is dead;
All remains to be dead,
of no use other than replenishing
dust beneath our feet,
the aura with spirits jacketing
our lack of perception
The deepest philosophy
is a dangerous foe
which does not kill us
but mangles
& leaves us at the mercy of
the merciless scavengers



Dontrell Lovet't
from, [The Failed Writer]