Some say we’re going to ride this carousel forever
with the occasional respite to regenerate, renew,
changing horses every time:
an endless circle,
off and on,
spinning in a sky crowded with timpealláns
just like ours
that we can neither see nor hear
but sometimes feel deep inside our buried bones.
For me, I much prefer to think of finality –
a long dark slide into the sleep of non-existence,
food for those grim creatures
that churn the stuff of stopped machines
into fuel for the living and those yet to live.
I say no to resurrection of the body
and the rebirth of the soul.
I refuse to live this hell again.
© 2013 RC deWinter ~ All Rights Reserved
Thoughts on after death.