We are droplets of eternity
Shadowy dancers who ask
Can I be real?
We dance on umbilical cords
Like little wooden clocks
How easily predictable we are
We are droplets of eternity
Released into the sack of life
The drying ground of earth
Becoming a strata of bones
In earths feral history
To die
In supermarket earth
To waste away
Like MFI board on the heap
Our bones
Like architectural ruin
Weathered and fragmented
Surrounded
By empty packets of soap powder
Cat litter trays
The scaffolding from billboards
To die in supermarket earth
On shelves
Wrapped in plastic bin liners
Amongst the chicken bones
From a Christmas dinner
What were our faces for?
Why did our hearts beat so fast?
As we are peeled out of the night sky
Like stained glass transfers from glass
At the end of time
Mankind will gather
To ask for mercy
They who will not even be allowed
A burial in the living earth
At the end of time
Mankind will cry
Its selfish arrogant cry
Amongst the laughter of birds
My parents died
And were burned in the fire
Their ashes were scattered
It needs one heart
Living in eternity
To remember the dead
And their lives
Will not have been in vain
What happens after we die? I support the biblical view rather than the scientific view.
Mikes New Web 