A Pawm For Teta

Hi Tatoush...I love you

Respect the dead
The dead in stone
The stone covered in grass
And buried in bones
The living you don’t know
The dead you once knew
Respecting either differently, who gets the upper hand,
The dust or the dew?

I stepped, stomped and danced
On burial grounds
Where solemn language rests
Who am I to do it
Who am I not to
As long as I don’t obstruct
Then where’s the harm in such a conduct?

To deny living life
Enjoying it all the while
Because of a brittle concept
Of buried sticks and bones
Is absurd and unfound
Since their last wish
If worth the tish
Would be for their progeny to maximize their gift
Called living
On the expansive earth, who reciprocates in giving.