Part I

Dreamless nothing
interrupted
by faint noise
murmuring voices
thud, thud, thud
my heart?
sweet smell of old books, timber
cypress?
presses into awareness
an unfamiliar surface
detains my back
my shoulder is numb
I need to lie on my side
I’ve been in this position too long
so hard to move
silhouettes are yet to make an
appearance in this black darkness
I will move
just need to wake up a bit.

Part II

Too young
I know
such a shame
I’m surprised about the cremation
thought Catholics preferred burials.