Not afraid of death

Not afraid of death, the sun
Transforms to another bright light

That sees inside the skulls form
With the same grade of thought

Knowing that, though the house is gone
the home is still the same

not even owning another’s mind
the mind stripped bare is the same can

printed with the same sight
of the deceased one’s burden of intelligence

in this we are all the same
stripped of our flesh we become

part of the knowledge of another
lit by the same nameless light