Grandfathers Dreams
My Great-Grandfathers
are swapping improbable yarns.
It’s a dream of course,
the dead that linger close to our own dreams
dream also -why would they not?
They are telling tall stories to each other,
one exaggeration after another,
until frankly
I am shocked by the outright lies.
From time to time,
one or other of the old men
dismisses a tall-tale with ribald jeers.
I get the feeling
that their memories are blinking in and out,
that these stories have been told
many times before.
I get the feeling
that life and death
perhaps dream each other.
Yea it is truly said:
that the dead never grow old.
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