by David Eide .


The light, a hard object, passes
to future generations who see us
as thieves obeying the laws of
necessity. The hard light transforms
them so they speak and laugh through
fragmentary lines. And join with
our laughter for the joy that laughter
is on them as well. They dance where
we have been and wear our clothes.
They dance when the density of things
has fallen heavily from them. They
see our faces disembodied on sheets
of stone. We cry out, then, no, we
had no part in the sins. Can't you
see how we railed against the sins?
The pathway is upward for those who
perceive that the soul never dies;
that the earth has layers of knowledge
and shelves of wisdom. That the bow
that strikes through the center is
never broken.