A Body is Missing

A body is missing
Easter just passed
The rest of the
Mythological creatures
Like Jesus
and the bunny,
Easter's mascot
Are absurdly tucked under
the grief of death

NOT TO MAKE A BIG DEAL OR ANYTHING,

But a body is missing
We--meaning--humanity (inclusive of myself)
are born,
we grow, into kids
kidz that used to be babies
that used to be fetuses, that were
embryos

Then we become adults,
take ourselves too seriously,

Then we become frail,
until one day, it's hard to breathe
or move

We release waste when we feel like it
As babies; we are getting used to our little
organs

We release waste without being
able to control our bowels
when we are old
Our organs have been used up,
worn out

A body is missing
it seems to be absent of animation
because life ends

Rebirth lays at the pinnacle of all possibilities

A body is missing,
gone, with the temporal
length of animated force

Goodbye, missing body.

My body is still animated,
lasting in this temporal realm

I absorb the cycles we--humanity--move through

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By Deborah Godinez ©