Day 120

We, the Living Create the Dead


As the mother sits and sews strands

into a blanket that protects

So the poet recites and sews strands

of thoughts into the fabric of life

As the carpenters build the temples of living

so the diggers construct the mounds for the dead

To sing the songs of ages yet to come is to err

with the side of hopeful jubilation

To write of histories long past and somewhat forgotten

will regrettably turn the optimist hopefully pessimistic

It is wise to consider the life of those once gone

but to see at all ends of life, even the wise are blind

To finally come to the end of the souls bodily journey

is to realize that we, the living create the dead


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