What happens after this life

    of flesh and desires?

Will we wonder heads bowed

    in reverence, shame, regret?

Or float through the dingy ceiling

    to inspect the moon for cheese?

Perhaps we’ll cling to a breeze

    and follow her wherever she twists and turns?

When the night is dark and eerie,

  will we raise our ghastly chains in dance,

    shaking our hips to the fiery salsa tune?

Will there be a pearly gate,

  withholding all that is wholesome…

    and pie?

Or flames that lick our translucent feet,

    till we do the Kansas City Shuffle?

Where do I rendezvous with the animals

    that I’ve cared for all my days?

Can I afford the River Man’s toll

    for safe passage to the ethereal?

Maybe there is only our achievements,

  which will vanish in the rain

    to feed the thirst of a new day.