I was not the original one
a first page
a number one
I was always the period
at the end
The quotation marks
that were left undone

I was the pause
that separates
That feeling you get
that you came too late
The one who stood
outside the door when inside
were passed out the fates

So I came
to walk around
those now living
in the ground
In the dark there is no light
none too much to talk about
Just my breath the only sound

I've come here
to settle down
upon the space
my hallowed ground
My favorite stone
upon which I sit
with ties they left unbound

With the dead
I hold my court
There are no groans
They don't exhort
The chase is done
The horns have sounded
hark the chord of a la mort

Until dawn
a captive audience
I hold down
my midnight's deviance
Until first light
threatens with
complete radiance