ETERNAL LIFE
When we light a candle at the cemetery
or fix a rose to the crash barrier, the dead
live with us as long as we live, and when we die,
the dead die with us, and are remembered by those
who grieve at our passing. Not necessarily all that long, not
necessarily all that much , but enough for us to end in a grave
and feed a few mouths with sandwiches and coffee. That has
a certain worth, and as generations on earth go on remembering
their dead who have remembered their dead, the dead acquire worth..
When we go to the cemetery to look for our dear ones,
we see traces of those who have walked around on this green planet
long before us, and who we will never meet again. For I do not know
of any life after death, only a death in life, and deep down in our grief
it matures as we wander aimlessly under the starry sky:
Is there death on other planets.
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