Considering Poem by warner treuter

(caution: anyone especially sensitive to,
or bothered by, dark and perhaps what
might be to them, morbid-like thoughts,
skip this little reflection brought on by the
death of my best friend far away in another state.)


A Consideration

I don't think there can be much doubt of it:
The soul lives like a plant on the body,
The body being its earth. Now, when our plant
Detaches itself in death, we shall have to
Thrive on something else... like parasites do...
Or experience everything differently.
My, my, what would we do without a body?
Well, we'll soon find out, won't we?
Myself am not looking forward to it.
I guess there's not much use talking about it
Or writing about it so... here... I stop.