death -- well, it's mostly
inconvenient.
no more choices
no conversations,
no books,
no sex,
no stuff at all.
floating around without a body,
seeing it all,
noting and noticing,
hearing the saps simper on,
listening to babe's first cries,
a million sunrises and sunsets.
i have seen war, famine, pestilence, and death...
heard great conferences of state,
listened to the debates of many ages,
seen the beauties of a thousand years.
from pole to pole...
never touching,
just noting and noticing.
i would trade the myriad secrets
i've learned from
eavesdropping and snooping
from the omnipresent perch of death
for ONE more day of
touching, screaming, yearning,
swearing, seething, steaming,
sweet loving
life.