There’s Something Beautiful about Death

For a while the dead still clutch;
Their needs, their clammy fingers,
Slowly relax.
In time, their passion turns elsewhere.
They look upon the living
With a benediction
Because their void is filled at last.
The flesh falls off their bones,
Their mouths release the children’s parts.

The generations might yet live in harmony.

agape, 1988

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