Past the Steeple
"Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind"
- Edna St. Vincent Millay
On
my back,
looking up
past the steeple,
I view pure beauty
beyond the vale of tears.
Soon, I will be going down,
but I am not resigned to stay.
This soothing peace is otherworldly
but for cries of all who mourn my demise
Written 20 May 2020
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