FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

mortals are we,
bleed when pierced
fall when hit,
bloody when
shot,
screaming and
wild when
by grief stricken,
to greed and
power, must sometimes,
we succumb,
shattered when
hammered,

but gods shall we be
when we
from flesh rise
from dust
to spirit like birds
invisible, shall we,
fly,later,
to our destined
skies.