The End of Remembering
All those who remember my birth are dead.
Death is the end of remembering.
The brain dies without oxygen in about
four minutes.
What happens during those final four
minutes?
Are we guest shadows on ghost shows?
Do we burn in eternal hell or reap a
heavenly reward.
Was Stephan Hawking’s brain correct?
All this is myth.
There is no afterlife.
The brain dies without oxygen in about
four minutes.
Death is the end of remembering.
All those who remember my birth are dead.
Frank Filemyr
Frank Filemyr lives on 114 acres in the Chiricahua Desert two miles north of Rodeo, New Mexico. He recently completed a poetry workshop conducted by Ella Peary. Ariel Chart is his first professional credit.
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the simple poems pack a wallop and not so simple after all. great job
ReplyDeleteThanks for your comments. I believe in the power of poetry in that a phrase can say more than a paragraph.
DeleteFabulous thoughts well laid out. Linda
ReplyDeleteLinda thanks for your comments.
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