When one dies, they simply become.
If the place we live in today is heaven, where do we go once our mortal bodies fail us?
Morning doves whisper
between beer sips
they've seen us
before
know us
our pain
hatred
our mothers brothers
fathers
fell into cold
nothingness
awaiting
resurrection
as we laid the dog into the cold pit,
I thought ahead
we're sitting across from eachother in the kitchen at the farm
she'll die next week
leave this heaven
become this heaven
together
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