Not In Death

It is not in the death
I steep
But the care of the living,
those who need.
Each soul a heavy burden laid
Upon this earth.....light on the grave.
It is not peace upon one's face
when souls release that body's space

Just emptiness.
Void and still
No. No peace. Merely an empty shell.

No longer a worry or a care.
Their full vessel
empty shell
not here.

Quickly the heavy laden needs
Come from the gut of earthbound seeds.
Still sprouting, growing, speaking to life.
Needing and wanting their shells just right.

Can I not pass those outstretched arms?
Those palms turned up in sorrows song.
It is not to the grave they pull me to
Open
silent
mouths of death ensue.
The pulling, pushing
to the ground
are the souls kept here

I hear every sound.


Diva