Father is Gone

As the Muscles Were Taken Over by the Blood

Seeped Through, into the Ground

Or, Maybe, He’d Just, Left This Room

those pearly gates, they’d, opened up…not my illustration…

Without Telling Me Where He’d Gone

You Will, Continue, to Reside in That Place

At This Time, as I’d Pushed Open the Door the Wind Followed Me in

Made Me Believed, that My Muscles, My Bones Were

Kept, by Me, at an Alternative Place

So, this would be, from the perspective of someone’s soul after s/he died.  S/he is no longer, physical anymore, so, s/he continues, to vouch for her/his existence, in alternative forms.