Prompted poetry: dreaming dead

I found this while flipping back through my journal. It seemed particularly apt for All Saints Day/The Day of the Dead, when people of various cultures celebrate the blessed memory of those who have gone before.

Dream life of the dead

what dreams dog the dead
in their eternal sleep?
for even those cut off
by dismembering violence
rest in the end

the dead are not uneasy
but in the imagination of the living
whose envy cannot bear
the thought of such abiding
peace

if the dead stir, they merely telegraph
their dreams in cryptic twitches
and inscrutable murmurs, as sleeping
dogs before the hearth
of a winter’s night

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