Tales of Suicide & Other Pieces: A Death to Sweetly Take

Dreamerboys last sleep was in the wooden bed; deaths rectangular chest, And over him lay the dreams that descended with him, kissing Dreamerboys Bleaching bones.

...But may his ghost fall on its humble knees,

And beg his sweetly sleeping corpse

To never rot and have its bones bleached,

To never give in to the corruption of the flesh,

Lest the beautiful hands that write this bequest

Turn into chalk sticks of skeletal bones

To write upon walls words that he never said