If idyllic plots areplots of land andhouses built onsinking sand arenot as good aswalls of stoneand timber fallsbut castles stand(except for thosewhose walls are sand)then I might sleepquite sweet tonightwhere down six feetI’ll dig my site
A short fictional story about the afterlife, written and read by Alexis Veenendaal.
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Highlight the wind when I breathe,
The sun as I tilt my head,
The plants when I want to feed
And earth when I join the dead…
Everything I know
and everyone I know
will eventually die.
Sinew and bone to rough-hewn stone. A wooden cross or corpse still lost. In fields of gold and rivers, red, the sparkling water of forgotten dead. This is how the world has been, this is how the world will be. Born and die and born anon some with stories, but most just gone. #poem #poetry #grave #life #death #circleoflife #legacy
We never want to lose,
Yet we never go without it.
Losing ones we love, to death,
The inescapable sunset.