for old times' sake you would take one more

in your phantom limbs -

you always slap

with your hollow wrists and empty palms,

you try to throw and harry

but it really is too late from here

know this -

empty,

floats.

and spook time is forever over -

and ghosts are just dead even as they pant

(for their deeds, for those deeds)

and hollow people rattle when you shake them

(so say not i, but the lightning seeds)