After Life

As does life
death divides us
into elements

but to more soil
split by flame
or let to rot

to parts of it all
but not
to old garlands

met at gates
or other such
sainted barricades

set firmly shut
until our acts
are cleaved

into columns
of further acts
and divisions

Mike Bell Poetry

Mike Bell aims to write 10,000 poems, stick them up here one at a time, and then take a nap. By then he should be about 85 years old and have out-gunned PD, dementia, and the end of days. Possibly. Before the floods and fires. Mike Bell is found working for money as a freelance set designer.

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