OUR DEAD


OUR DEAD



The dead

more beautiful

more intelligent

in its silence

than the living

in its noise.



The dead

Everything invented me.

I invented Nothing.

more beautiful

Trillions of speculations

targeting eternity

more intelligent

allowance of dirt

to bury dirt

in its silence

chaos more jazzy

than the living

jazz most entangled

in its noise.





Jerry W. Ward, Jr.            June 30, 2019


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