Every step I take is toward death
Every frecking single one
The countdown begins
From the moment
We take our first breathe
No one tells us
That we are the equivalent
Of an “ever-ready battery”
That is why we
Must be recharged nightly
Until we can no longer
Hold a charge
Our bodies are finite, limited
“Life” is a big delusion
Filled with doings
And distractions
We have myopic vision
Short-sightedness
And see and know
Only what is right here
In front of us
Only what we are taught
But grief wakes us up a little
When we realize
That there is no amusement
No natural wonder
Nothing in this world
That can assuage our sorrow
And lessen our pain
When we lose our beloveds
So we lose a little
Of our investment in this world
Then we see the smoke screen
We know all laughter
Is the canned laughter
Of those still wearing blinders
With a big “M” fo “me”
On their foreheads
All doings are programmed
In service to a societal illusion
The secure future
That we were so busy striving for
Is really the end
And I understand religion now
The faith in an afterlife
Infinite instead of finite
A spiritual self
To soften the terror
Of the death of our animal self
Religion is Mother Mary
Soothing her terrified children
With hope, faith, promises
It is understandable
That we are all addicts
Junkies of a sort
Power, money, sex, food
Pleasure or thrill seeking
All are diversions
The individual “me, me, me”
That we sought to create
With names and titles
Is no match for “Goliath-Death”
Religion gives us an out
Regardless–our feral animal self
Dies in the end
There never was a Me
barb j beyers 