We keep the body in a steel box
Keep it safe
Hanging on to its limbs
As the universe sighs
Keep our fingers in the soil
And the doves are the only things that fly
We keep ourselves
Clinging to the rotting ground
What a sad way to die…
Instead the cocoon
Its skin releases the beautiful wings
No stone to keep a place
We have stars and beautiful things
The universe breathes deep
Keeps us
Open and alive
Leave the weight of flesh and bone
Behind
The vice of science
Insists
That the heart must keep its time
And the universe replies
Out across the distance of everlasting sky
Leave the ash and all the weight of the body
Behind
Peace, freedom out through an open violent sky
What a beautiful
Sacred way to die.
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