Where to are you bound
\nif not in the ground?
\nThe sky is the limit, they say.
\nYou fly to a peak
\nand stay for a week,
\nthen rise into heaven one day.
\nThe dirt in the hole
\nwill replace the soul,
\nthe quiet still sticky with prayer.
\nThe insects and snakes
\nwill hold their own wakes.
\nYou’ll rest in eternal nightmare.
\nSoon flowers will grow
\nin row upon row.
\nYour stone will host lichen and mold.
\nIt’s no party town
\nwhen you’re six feet down.
\nThere is no cure for growing old.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"