What lies beyond death…: A poem 

I can be death, I can be life, be both, and strive 

I can be empty, or only half-full, and still be alive 

Death doesn’t rule me like a domineering wife 

I don’t despise it, I think it is a mere blunt knife 

The shallow only appears deep to the ones that fear 

I carry fear without worry, like a sack on my rear 

Futilely weep the processions of the near and dear 

The last words in the post-script are: always cheer 

We are only denizens here; birth gives us that right 

like laughter in an alien realm, a walk in the night 

We have but the trump cards of wisdom and insight, 

to walk the wet slippery floor, and yet, to walk upright 

Life is a residue that keeps regenerating over time 

Yes, a race can’t continue after the finishing line 

Death seems the end, but is the blowhorn of a moment 

What lies beyond for the worthy is an ecstatic romance