February 28, 2012 by Reader's Connection
The Second Funeral
We will return in forty days and the seam
of the disturbed ground won’t be visible.
Death is a miracle I do not understand,
our life already split in half.
Five women across the street hold hands,
forbidden to enter the burial ground.
In forty days our prayers
will have evaporated into winter wind.
What will then stitch the earth closed?
A thread of five cousins, forbidden to cross
and the sixth who went to them,
warm earth in his hands.
To say the earth is not stable
is just another way of saying “I don´t know”
or “well, what do you know”
Light is blinding and physics fibs:
that you are being whipped
around the galaxy´s center
at 25 million miles a second
is purely ridiculous
But if it happens to be true
that space bends and the universe becomes you
you will not mind
The sound of eternity you´ve been there
The end of time you´ve been there.