Subsequent Us

by: Elizabeth Kuzara

The soil is littered with souls

Whose exhaled dreams

Rise form their beds

A haze above the matted grass

The worn roads

The precept of ever-after.

No orchestra sounded them out

No flags waved

As they marched away

To imagined places

Their balance invisible below our feet

Dissolved in the oceans

Ambient in the air

So we, or some subsequent us

Might swallow their ash

Drink and breathe their dreams

Deep into our own

What was theirs, now ours

What now ours, someday given

To the wind and earth

To settle in

Another soul

Subsequent us.