Happily departed
decomposing gently,
from head to toe its started
the rot comes compartmentally.

The soul is in the ether
released from earthly bounds,
no gravity to keep her
the laws of physics she confounds.

What release, what haven
in this state of absolution?
for those who lived so craven
by religions codes unproven.

Let not the stone be rolled away,
let Lazarus sleep long,
for flesh and soul are wrenched today
to realms where they belong.

© Wolfgar 3/2018