Death Comes to Ground
I do not know why I am sad and yet I know death,
Yesterday, I took a dead chicken and a turkey to the vet,
A pig, a donkey, a chicken, a turkey, and a goat died.
O, fortunate me, death did not touch me,
Yet death touches all, I see them grieving,
I am also mourning death, but do not want to feel the ground.
My feet, cold, sensing the ground,
That day I lay on the ground feeling the Earth,
Once, sitting on the ground, now in a chair elevated over it,
So much flooring between me and the ground.
Wood struts and layers of carpet keep me grounded.
Sitting on the ground in the lotus position, feeling death and mourning.
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