What happens after you die?
Your eyes closed by gentle touch to temple by the middle one
Left and right eye by index and the third
In past maybe
Hope, by a son
Your arms folded over the chest and then legs straightened
Therefore, so, you look at rest
With memory formed, and
Held, will be the best
Bahia's’s might do it then in rightful way and time
In the whole, not more then quarters walk
Then there be, a little talk of morn
Heard, but not remembered
The individual leaves alone, though, maybe
Two by two or even three the step
To silence form in odd
Circumstance, of look
There be those that do not show, sometimes
Not there before, nor there after
But drink a shot when all the same
Heard, your name
Some time late at night in distant bed, a head
Turns, to the wall, so partner will not see
The tears flow, from what the heart
Know, spirit demands reprieve ….
More is up to the poet in you all.. Feel free to add ~ Graham
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