A Ghost Explains How and When
The dead serve all our needs,
all things living feed the fields
while the fields live to die one day,
all harvests swept away.
Then up through the ground
frightful beings will arise,
their eyes will be empty coffins
because they both love and pity
all endings and beginnings,
We will recognize them not
for they are our own remains,
our very own bones
reduced to dust and rags.
These ageless creatures,
will for a while, feed the living,
for the world eats itself in this way.
Come the day when the earth hungers
dirt will choke upon its last bitter seeds
a fodder no entity could possibly digest,
it is then the dead will depart
and the living will follow them.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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