Lava Lakes and Petrified Forests in the Afterlife
I watched a roomful of faces exert effort to remain unrevealed
all of those efforts took a toll
stoney and cold and somewhat in pain
the proceedings were scripted
to induce just this sort of bland conjunction, conditions
unremarkable were they not so common
in all we do to govern ourselves and one another,
one wonders, of what are we afraid
do you believe in life everlasting
have you spent time picturing how the world will go on
without you
for some a language of ethics has an appeal
others they say they’re reaching for a means
to find themselves in mystical acclaim
when I put the stick down the throat of the well
as far as it can go, your hair reminds
me of a stream
our eyes often seem to have lives of their own
seeking out one another with no thoughts
for the minds they reveal
as if they’re warning one another
take care, take care
one is bound to maim, steal,
murder, harm