Found in Planet 195
Isaiah called us a lump: ALL FLESH.
How many tons of it in his day
even the chosen sort? And if flesh
is subject to real resurrection
how wide will the next life have to be,
how many names in eternity,
how cramped the privacy of each soul?
IS GRASS: but what multifarious
great families our souls could belong to,
Fescues, Bromes, Couches, Bents, Filmy Ferns...
and cousins like Yorkshire Fog, Remote
Sedge. With Luck and elbow-room we'd flow
making of many of us one wave
stroking old hurts out of the hard land.
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