Tension grips:
when you try to open
the jarred doors-
of the death.
It was on old friend,
on the cusp-
selling the dirt.
Was it the ending of
the beginning?
Who will go
beyond the dead
to find the immortal?
You have left
many cantos unfinished.
I will try, will try
to join the dots,
the dashes,
the parentheses.