too late

A shiver reverberates throughout
Standing far away close
A fog lingers heavily
And in it speaks a ghost

“what on earth is going on?
I used to have some matter
I’ve been invited to a tea party
To eat treacle with the mad hatter”

You’ve left this world
But it still has its claws in you
You attempted to gain substance
But you’re clear and see through

Skeletons in your closet
That you took with you to the tomb
Buried like the Chinese man
Cement in the shape of a womb

Stuck in limbo, in an in between
With a bullet lodged in your vertebrae
Gone to soon with things undone
So much to do, no more to say