Life

by David Rheins

We continue to grow

way after we’re dead

Our skin and our hair

still continue to shed

Our spirits may have lifted

clear out of our heads

but the buggies inside of us are fruitful,

they multiply, they spread,

a regular rock and roll circus

of parasitic, primordial ooze

a boisterous, gaseous, cacophonous stew

Yes, the living goes on inside of us

quite after we’re gone

and it makes me wonder

just what has moved on?