DEAD AND GONE
gone but not forgotten
Your spirit is your breath, your animus,
A vital force that lasts until you die
And then expires, as all that’s living does—
No need to wonder about where or why.
The spark that lit when you were first conceived
And lasts until expiring blows it out
Is gone for good, though many have believed
It still continues in the air about,
Or passes into an etheric sphere
Imagined as a hedge against despair
Where nothing’s ever lost that’s loved and dear
But cherished there with kind celestial care.
Not so, for all that anybody knows:
It’s only out of fear this myth arose.