Fresh View

Should I be worried that after 

death there may be nothing?

No eternal life, no heaven, no

proper Whatever; that things

just go on without me?

Or can I look forward to 

shoots of the reel that the 

brain grants; this trick of nature 

that keeps me calm to help my

system switch off smoothly?

If there is no more than that, 

and religion’s advertising proves

to be a scam - as my father

claimed, weeks before his death -

then so be it.

I will simply watch him again, 

through the window of our house,

holding the small, tin jet he had 

bought me, pretending a flypast.

I think I can live with that.