Life After Death

Life after death looks at us now
I see you everywhere

In the wind when I don’t care
enough
In eternity’s vowel of breath
when I do

I see you

In the palm of a child who lost
their favourite balloon
now drifting for the sky

In the eyes of a stranger who
doesn’t know you exist at all

in the quiet rush of morning

I hear you call me sometimes
like phantoms on the dial
like ghosts in this machine
and it pains me a while
because I do not know
what you say or do

my god

I miss you it’s true

the balloon pops and I
laugh and drop my head

how I now at all times bow
to something else instead
something as blue as the sky
is red is a mirror
I do not see my self in

I pray to leafs
and yesterdays
to diminish them not

those we love are with this cost
to name
become statues inside us
to tame
and I am a monument
a game

I am a monument
to what confides in us
what trusts us to live
built this thing
I monument a mass
to those I love

I wish I was that

I am a monument
to nothing
made from the things
and the people
I care dearly about

life after death
looks like a disaster
sometimes
a crash of laughter
because
disaster awaits laughter
if we are honest
and let’s face it
we so rarely are

and no one knows really
what life after death might
or might not be
like nobody knows
how you are?

disaster and laughter

my life is both
and neither
I’m either
all in or all out
of hope
at best

you are a rope
made from thin air
an invisible stare
calling
me home

the universe is
something like that
something
between
an accident
and a purposeful
gaze

staring at you
to do more
be more
breathe more
see more
speak more
or just live on
in the folds of times embrace

sometimes the universe
I’m sure it’s a heart like thing
a race
and on fire at that, ablaze
a maze too true
inescapable and
death like a neat bow
for a finish line

I see you there
beware and be grateful
you fateful things

Life after death sings
death
and disaster
becomes news
becomes tragedy
becomes memory
becomes forgotten
or at least consumed
by what but us
laughter becomes
when the tunnel tires
out the light
is done and burnt through
is the pyre of the sun

then we’ll know the truth
at last
until then
we can meet elsewhere
and fast

an odd pair
you and I
like life and death
and high
but we can try
and guess what?

we are not defined
by absence
absolutely not

had you lapsed
in memory soft

I will remember

what?

I will remember

this life
forgot

I see you

beware
and be grateful
you fateful things
life after death
sings