376 - As we draw nearer to the pit of death

As we draw nearer to the pit of death
We become customers of religion,
Because the prospect of being beneath
The soil, deaf, blind and dumb’s not a good one.
We want our sensual pleasure to live on,
Even if we don’t quite believe in hell,
And think we might be bored up in heaven;
On lonely nights we hear that tolling bell.
Some like to mingle with church folk who sell
Their brand of salvation, consoling grief
Collectively. Some single minds function
As their own prophet, some new tale to tell.
But brave are they who draw their final breath
Prepared for probable black extinction.
Sat 15 Sep 2007