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Death
Looking at the lifeless corpse I ask
Is there life after death, is that the task?
To live, then die, then live again?
Then why is killing yourself such a sin?
Thinking of the burial and what ensues after
Decomposing and rotting matter
Maggots, dirt, and rocks abound
Keeping the corpse in the ground
Weighted down by it's own tastlessness
Holding it's body through it's weightlessness
Oh, to be there, to not worry, to not think
Why must my mind always be on the brink?
Elisabeth Stover 1995