Tuesday, 23 March 2021

The Dead and The Living

 

Tuesday, 23 March 2021

The Dead and The Living

 

 

                 The Dead and The Living (c)

 

                           by

          

                     Michael  Casey

 

 

     I first saw a deceased when I was nine years old,my father said  not

 

     to worry as the dead are the same as the living,only the  laughter

 

     has left them, the sparkle has gone from their eyes, the worry has

 

     been lifted from their shoulders, and their voice has vanished to

 

     eternity.

 

     In paradise the sparkle will return for it is the twinkle of the

 

     stars, the laughter will return too for it is the morning breeze and

 

     the turning tides are their sides shaking with laughter.

    

     I treat the deceased with the same courtesy as I give to the living,

 

     though I find the deceased are always more polite.  My father also

 

     had a few words to say about the living.

 

     He said that the living are only the caretakers of the soul,yet

 

     they think their existence is everything, that they know everything

 

      because they experience many things with their senses.

 

      What the living don't acknowledge is that their time is short and

 

      when I lay their bodies to rest then their souls continue without

 

      them, without their strong, without their weak, without their

 

      beautiful or even ugly temporary form, to where I cannot say, only

 

      that it is a better place.

 

      Percy the undertaker placed the lid on the coffin, the soul was free

 

 

                          THE  BEGINNING

 

 

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we have had one year of Covid in UK

and in USA yet again a mass shooting, totally avoidable

No Citizen should have weapons of war

It is never a right

So Tonight I offer my prayers to all victims everywhere

The poem began in Nov 1987 on the 82 bus, a Sunday I think,  I wanted the Undertaker

in The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker to be a  Poet and Scholar

 and the beginning of this poem

came to me, I remember KJ noting it was poetic. 

So I hope it offers some comfort

wherever you are in the world with your heart broken





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