It laid in the midst of the cemeterybeneath the big gloom tree leaves withered and dry cased aside, I wondered why unpainted with no statement, no here liesthe faceless tomb, not wife, nor a groomno tears, no weary eyeslike a bat in the day they all stare...

Dream: Why you didn’t save me Robert; But I tried; You could have saved me, You could have saved me, It your fault that I am de….. Huh! Damn nightmares are back, (Alison) ‘what wrong hunny’ nothing am good just a lot on my mind ‘Tricia’ yea Tricia! Tricia...