Apparitions
(Inspired by Three Studies for Figures at the Base of a Crucifixion by Francis Bacon, 1944.)
They always appear,
With thin silver eyes &
Talons, they sit, monuments
To isolation, patient as death.
They always appear
When they are summoned,
We call them with our
depression, when we ask why? When we say, no more, please.
They appear as they always do, to give us answers.
We swim with them
In their silver eyes and imagine
Death, so clear it is like
Holding onto silken, tackle memory.
A fabric woven from neural pathways.
Those rampant silkworms weave stories.
From synapse to synapse, over
under. The cloth forms.
They always appear, and
They always leave, only
When you tell them you
have seen enough. Only when
You want to live again.