My Ship Of Death Has Set Its Sails (Four Senryus)

I.
A waking up that
You can’t reverse , ending in
A dream of waking

II.
A further hymn of
Death and dying, where my ghosts
Turn to flesh and blood

III.
In windows opened
By countless books, dead poets
Wait expectantly

IV.
Now the dead have come,
Looking to me, a cripple,
For their completion

© George H.E. Koehler, ca. 2000