Monday, July 19, 2010

The Fizz of Life

The Fizz of Life

The souls of the dead rise

like so many bubbles

in the fizz of life

a hundred each minute

but sometimes in thousands

and hundreds of thousands

and millions


in an earthquake,

famine or


You'd reckon

at some point

one might suppose

within reason too

it might

get up God's nose.

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