Are we alive or dead? Do dead things live?
Strange questions, sure, but oxygen is dead,
And so is water, food, the sun that gives
Us light and heat. All of these things we’re fed
Without us needing one thought in our head.
So death nourishes us, and finally
We nourish it when on our final bed;
We pay our debt and then it sets us free.
Our bodies are a whole community
Of bones and hormones, cells on a massive
Scale; jobs are done by all with nothing said;
They don’t ask why, they just act naturally,
Then die and are replaced. We get on with
Our lives, unaware of our own bloodshed.
Sun 6 May 2007
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