Sneezing Past the Graveyard
by Christopher Walsh
Ashes to ashes -- pollen to pollen
Growing and seeding and cov'ring in dust
The plants, trees, and grasses surrounding the fallen
Always there to be stirred by a wind that may gust
Plus hearing the buzzing of dragonflies' whirls
Here, all the non-humans are never non-plussed:
Frolicking happens! Just by birds, bees, and squirrels
And all the small creatures, knowing not this plot's purpose
We inter our dead, and surround them with that
Which will just keep on living: that is what they can do
So if you find yourself sneezing 'cause of allergies (drat!)
It's 'cause life, much like death, leaves a thick residue.
...this is as close as I've come to being Goth. ;-)
P.S. This phrase once appeared in my head and is still looking for a home: Picking the nose of the face of death. I've always thought like this.
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