Why dwell on death? The grave in front of me asked
Why not just dwell on life?
You are a reminder of my future, I said
I must protect it.
Don't think about it, said the grave
You'll end up just like me in the end anyway.
Were you happy? I asked
I am just a stone, the grave replied,
there's nothing more than that.
I fell asleep on the sun-warmed rock
and felt the utter bliss of the grave.
It lingered on my tired brow,
lingered like a kiss.