3 Poems About Death No visitors allowed– but he speaks cheerfully to the dead who stop by Ashes in the river, name carved on a rock– you have stayed and gone Your blood on my hand– I'm afraid to wash it, but it still fades away
3 Poems About Death No visitors allowed– but he speaks cheerfully to the dead who stop by Ashes in the river, name carved on a rock– you have stayed and gone Your blood on my hand– I'm afraid to wash it, but it still fades away
