The Dead
You know as well as I do
the dead don't stay interested in us living people very long
Gradually, they lose hold of the earth
and the ambition they had
and the pleasure they had
and the things they suffered
and the people they loved
That's the way I put it
And they stay here while the earth part of them burns away
Waiting for the eternal part in them to come out clear
What's left when memory is gone and your identity?
They no longer have to reach out for a hand to save them
For their pain vanishes
Copyright © Jennifer Neri | Year Posted 2013
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