ghost pipe mushrooms give me the gather of wedding worms. choral like greying sky. a flock of our fallen chickens. we blew smoke from our eyes. laid in the forest & watched the color lift from our faces. do you remember being alive? i only recall darkness. how it fed us bones. singing with a wilted throat. arm in arm we take lipstick off the moon. hang our heads. welcome ghosts of exiles & ex-kings. they carry their heads in their arms like summer melons. the night wears no gown.