Father In The Afterlife

 My father was in the popular house
People party and seek calmness
The afterlife is replete with habitations
Rooms that are shady and badly lit
where the pleasant intoxication of centuries continues
many of the same spirits reuniting joking and bonding
smoking strong opiates down to ash
sliding into deep states of euphoria
Then walking through the rooms and halls
Each one a mood and an atmosphere
That used to live in their own heart

Or that hosted it´s own complex within the living brain
My father dragged down the thick smoke until dizzy
Satisfied he left it all to beyond the realm glow
To the beaches where lost things wash ashore
randomly picking themselves up and scavenging
He just watched them, those creatures with no identity
the weak light flickering with his twitching preceptions

My father took and cupped his hands in the sand
and within it´s grains living things squirmed
That would inhabit this nameless sea one day
That would live under these small broken vessels
Of lost souls arriving clinging to the material lives
They once knew, but here blank and restless
My father threw the sand into the oncoming wave
liberating the small organisms
all lost in the new grand unknown spaces