The Family Plot We have a family plot And by this I do not Mean paranoia but graves Where a family saves Spaces in places for their dead But I sold mine instead So no space in place for me Not to be so to be Just what I must do somehow Having to be immortal now Written out of the plot by Being too poor to die Every day is a bonus Day free of the onus Of day-to-day mortality But should reality Someday at last disagree At least my family Is not in Fairhaven where Their plot is not to be their lot Where they were never really Neither will I be there What makes reality real Takes us elsewhere who feel Together still for everywhere Steven Curtis Lance   Photo by Jon Baker