Beyond the Afterlife
How does one go beyond
the afterlife; how does one
see so far into death
as to determine
the death
of death?
Even the dead ones
have difficulty describing
such terrain. "You must
allow the glimpse of fate,
the peripheral vision of luck,"
the dead ones say, "the end
of the circle distinguished
from its beginning."
The flitting of the dead,
darting, lifting, always,
gives me pause . . .
yet the real question
is why one would decide
to end the afterlife.
"It scares us more,
than death scares you,"
the dead ones now scowl,
"something like a reverse
suicide, no?"