Uncharted Death

I sleep, you sleep, we sleep, we die 

Die with the living 

Live with the dying 

Celebrate with the dead 

Join in the laughter

                     – uneven smiles with the scoundrels under the earth 

Under the pounding of the pavement where dead retrace their steps 

To and fro 

                     – they are lost but the dead are found 

The dead know where they are, they are dead 

Parallel 

The living think they are alive 

No purpose

They stomp, they tiptoe, they glide, they scrape across pavements 

The rhythm they make 

No more  gleam behind the eyes

They’re absent from self  

Dormant soul waiting to live 

Dormant soul waiting to experience 

Dormant soul waiting to awaken

No, but they don’t realize 

Nothing worse than being dead and not realizing 

The dead are happy

They sing

Jovial songs 

They create 

Beautiful art 

They laugh 

Infectious giggles 

They are alive – they experience 

They march to their own music, their own drum

Go down into uncharted earth and start a new 

Their journey has just begun; they are wide awake and ready to take the day. 

They have purpose 

With everyday they are reborn 

Bright-eyed as the day they entered earth

May we sing with the dead and find beauty in the fragile curse of life 

By: Taisja-Nicole ‘2024