from The Complete Dead Grandpa
At last, Dead Grandpa says, the dead
live for the live, not for themselves:
he for life only, they for life in him.
Tonight the grandson feels the wind
irrigate dreams and dreams there is
a little touch of Grandpa in the night.
And just as well. The more he's dead,
the less he is. He's losing mass.
This afterlife is more than life.
Soon he will be rolled round with rocks:
have his wish worth: remember, me,
death is the reason for the long season.
Think forward to a birth, your death,
the end. We can be met as grass
and ignorant and blind and very green.
