` <br /> <br /> <br />under six feet <br />freshly fallen snow <br />washes into <br />splintered song <br /> <br /> <br />severed thought <br />drifts afar off <br />into forever old <br />souvenirs now cold <br /> <br />write with me this poem <br />come breathe its soul <br />lay each clammy hand <br />to right with me this poem <br /> <br /> <br />heart warming chill <br />voices no longer still <br />visceral reflection <br />set in ashen bone <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />`<br /><br />Frederick Kesner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/come-right-with-me-this-poem/
