dead poets hymn

 ive been out at dusk

hanging sheets above the dust

time has me fleeing

opening graves praying forsaking

singing the sinful psalms

that keep my heart bleeding

putting the nails into there place

covering barren ground autumn leaves

falling for the grieving vigil kept

by a blissful happy people

an moonlight spritling

water sprinkling everpresent death

i heard marlowe right here

in this unmarked common grave

as if no passion withdrew breath

from the name,and exiled ovid

who knows where hes left

some unknown edge

of augustus express,between bitterness

only kept for the best and where i lay arms

at virgils tomb owls keeping the moonlight

absent from its hue,all historical sources

may be untrue but the way dante smiled

when he saw it he knew

all buried poets all residue

all patriots in these archways

go through and away

from hearts at a grasp

that whether making you

cry or if making you laugh

from a low sustained sigh

or a whimpering lip

to a wind that sets sail

the classiest ships

let nothing prevail

no finer dirt strewn

around where i read them

growing roses to show

the hearts where i left em

my ship stops there too!!!