in
fall out into where
Aristotle,Plath all creatures do.

finish
tall lain out on
slabs of granite, where all should.

begin
this travail
all swearing we
are invincible.

Swim
the ancient tides
all wearing nothing
but what we eventually
can take with us , when,

when
vanquished of our
worldly breaths
we breathe into
life the next, all we
have to gift.

In
memories
of others may
we live but in
fertilizing earth
we recycle
us.