“stay low, go fast,
**** first, die last,
one shot, one ****,
no luck, all skill”
(Unofficial Navy Seal Slogan)
I stand at the graveside watching
as each person steps forward
to throw dirt on the coffin
I study each face closely
and marvel at all humanity
What is it about funerals
that causes all to attend?
And yet in a life well spent
not a visit, not even a scent
I laid down my life, as you see
laid it so they could be free
It must be a sense of duty
now they come to visit me
Oh- the hypocrisy of humanity!
And now another journey awaits me
I soar to meet passing clouds
caught in the upstream of wind
a final glance, and just by chance
I catch your eyes following me
©Vivian Zems
