Saturday, 12 February 2005

A drop of life

Where life ends and death starts,
I have found no finally,
No fine a line.

Dead substance the living convert
Into life, while that matter,
Though linked,
Dead remains.

All the living feed on death
And, at what we call the end,
That inert matter will not die.

So in my mind life is solely light,
Which bonds and moves the deceased;
Death energized.