Nothing Is Ours Comments

This is another poem of steel-eyed realism, the title alone shows that, but you spell it out memorably in the third stanza. Your correlation of the body decaying into dust and our hope and dreams burning down to ashes is very compelling. I did not find that closing depressing, because it has the ring of truth, it's the way the world is but that's not ALL OF REALITY - in the second stanza your reference to Sunday church shows there is an element of spirituality which is mysteriously but genuinely present - that's reason enough for hope.