Since they are no longer attached to their former bodies,
they can saunter back and forth right in front of us
without being seen by those of us who still are.
Just like the vast majority of young people today
across the Western world, they are not too troubled
by the prospect of an eventual military takeover.
They now take such things in stride, having relinquished
their own personal stake in the outcome of mortal events.
Some people wonder if their departed friends and family
look over them from another realm. They do, but not
with human eyes, so what would they see now?
Perhaps they would see busy balls of light colliding
and then separating from each other, again and again,
as in the games children play, or at least once did.
Like luminous marbles we would appear to roll around
without really going anywhere — where would we go?
Some of the invisible ones miss these games, and so they return
to play another round, getting suited up in costumes similar to ones
they had formerly abandoned when they’d wearied of the sport.
I’ve heard that many of them are crowding now at some sort of portal,
waiting to get in, while many of us still here are waiting to get out.
Political systems come and go, philosophies come and go,
and likewise people themselves seem to come and go,
but one might then ask: what does it all mean?
Nothing but nothing, or not a thing at all.