death becomes you
and death becomes me.
death becomes a flower
twisting in the rain.
the flower becomes death--
it's really all the same.
and the afterlife
is the food we give the flowers
(comfort only as cold
as you think it should be).
maybe in the end
it makes you care a little more
about the way your life could be
and maybe here and now
it makes you dare a little more
to chase your dreams up to their ends
and maybe--when all is said and done--
it helps you sleep a little better
to think that you can still sustain a flower.
October '01
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