The Stone Institute

Death Has No Soul

Death Has No Soul
 
Sunshine Appears.
Clouds Part.
Chickadees Forage.
Squirrels Dance.
Morsels of Pain Disappear.
The Struggle Ends.
 
An Essence Begins to Rot.
Putrid Odors Permeate the Breeze.
Death has No Soul.
Freezing Cold Preserves the Carcass.
One by One They Arrive.
Each with a Seat at the Table.
 
As more Arrive, Order is Sacrificed.
There is no Mercy.
A Living Blanket of Black Feathers.
No King or Queen.
No Knight in Shining Armour.
Only the Feast De Los Muertos.
 
Sunshine Appears.
Clouds Part.
Morsels of Pain Disappear.
The Banquet Ends.
One by One They Depart.
Only Bones Remain.
But Not Forever.
 
Death has No Soul.
 
Kevin S. “Kiki” Merigian © February 2018
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