The things we choose to keep

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In death we are perfect

Bleached bone white

And clean as casket linen

Miraculous metousiosis

Fists hard as anvils

Suffer thorns

To bloom with roses of remembrance

How we exalt the fallen

Build monuments

Cross continents

to say goodbye

to people we discount in life

In death we are brothers

Cain and Abel

Saintly and fond forever

These are the things we choose to keep

The good stuff:

Community

Perseverance

teachers

family

firepits

fables

foibles

wild irises

gladiolas

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