This, being Human.......


Alive, a man is supple, soft;In death, unbending, rigorous.All creatures, grass and trees, aliveAre plastic but are pliat too,And dead, are friable and dry.
Unbending rigor is the mate of death,And wielding softness, company of life:Unbending soldiers get no victories;The stiffest tree is readiest for the axe.The strong and mighty topple from their place;The soft and yielding rise above them all.

Comments

Loralee Choate said…
Gorgeous. Bravo!
Anonymous said…
something quite amusing about those comments....

so we're really just the living dead, then? that explains a lot :)

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