she walks amongst the dead

She walks amongst the dead,
Though death itself has not
Yet claimed her for its own,
She converses in her

Inward rages, patters
Out the damned curse or worse,
And sees the dead in all
The odd end of places.

She talks amongst the dead,
Her words are long wasted
On their ears, but those who
Hear, the living ones here,

Find it all distressing
That her mind should wander
The long dark avenues
Of her lost yesteryear.