The Strange Thing About Death...

The strange thing about death

is not the body,

but the mind.

The body wears

and is ready,

knows its seasons

accepts

is fine,

but the mind thinks worlds

of thinking texts,

schooled in language

beyond the grave,

the immortality of the word,

that sprang so intimately from a brain,

so close to life

but not alive,

so well impressed

by what has stopped;

this quest for immortality,

fools us

whose bodies are adept
at death.