It is better that the dead.....

I can no longer see them in my conscious mind
gone t o wherever it is they go
they have passed beyond my visual limits

I can hear them
remembering exactly the punctuation and the explication
I can hear them
and fell the stilletoes of criticism
and the razors of unintended consequence

ah, language, you are cruel,
insisting on precision where there is none,
in a world where a closet may hold clothing or dark secrets,
in a world where every German word holds ten english probabilities,
where context is invisible
and the dead cannot be seen