Originally posted March 15, 2009
Note: This isn't my poem, it's a poem from Offcuts by Sherwin Stephens although I read it in my English class so I can't really give you more than that. Also, no offense to Biologists and non-religious peeps.
"The Biologist's Valediction to His Wife"
Don't count on Heaven, or on Hell. You're dead. That's it. Adieu. Farewell. Eternity awaits? Oh, sure! It's Putrefaction and Manure And unrelenting Rot, Rot, Rot, As you regress, from Zoo. to Bot. I'll Grieve, of course, Departing wife, Though Grieving's never Lengthened Life Or coaxed a single extra Breath Out of a Body touched by Death.
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