Your name is on every letter,

and every signature is different.

Every creature,

benign and exquisite,

each better then the last.

Reduced to satire, and laughed out of the gated community,

exiled off to float in your very own dead sea,

exiled to bowl or golf by yourself,,,,,,,

floating through me,

buoyed by water wings,

buoyed by angels wings,

attached like barnacles,

biting at me like cannibals.

I can endure the crustaceans gathering at my ankles,

but the undead,

oh, the undead

sinking me lower,

below the vertebrates and more undead,

attached to my brain now,

parasites in unison,

preying on my thoughts,

praying over me.

He always walked in an wiped his feet,

and his signature was the same as mine,

and now their signatures were the same, too.

those neighbors,

those apparitions.