Life After Death
The security wears black and I wear white.
I haven’t worn color since He died.
He is dead in the earth and I am alive.
But we all know that’s a lie.
I stand by his grave and see green growing,
Whereas I feel nothing but dead inside.
A man is not dead in the earth. He comes back to life.
Bugs, bacteria, they all return him to the elements. To life.
Oh revered ancestors, who we scorn.
Descendants of the great dung beetle in the sky,
You guide us to life after death,
Please take our dear Anna, take him on.
At home I light the lamp at his altar,
Put araliya flowers in a bowl.
The light goes out.
The flowers go limp.
But then I just do it again.
Like day after night, life after death goes on.
For a moment in the flickering flame,
In the fading flowers, he lives on.
I touch the earth and it presses back.
Humus is a living ecosystem as much as humanity.
They are not dead those…
