The best hill to die on is the one that holds inside
the bones of my soul brother* Tyrannosaurus rex.
Once, I ran next to him:
I was a smaller theropod, but yet, he accepted my company
since we were both carnivores and my appearance seemed to
amuse him, the king.
The best hill to die on is the one that hides the remains
of my best friend, the alpha beast.
In this life, I was a woman who tried to find the connection
she had experienced with her soul brother – a very long time ago –
but never managed to reach Higher Ground**.
Maybe reincarnation on Halloween will fix everything.
* a man whose thoughts, feelings, and attitudes closely match yours; a kindred spirit
** a higher state of mind
Paula Puolakka (1982) is a Beat poet, writer, and MA (History of Science and Ideas.) To look forward to, Spillwords Press will publish her poem on 10/31, and the Finnish university/science magazine Hybris will publish her long article in December.