Somehow I know
life never dies
It can never not be life
It can never not live
It never partakes in the hymns
we sing lamenting death
as we watch coffins sink
Somehow I know
what we call death is but a baton
in a race of life’s own morphosis
and longing for itself,
well on its never ending journey
into forever, free
and never entombed
With the triumphant surety
of the daisies that bloom
from the bed of a grave
somehow, I just know