Colin F. Jones

FICTIONAL FACT

In effect I am me because I know I can think:
I am conscious of sound and conscious of stink.
I have a brain with a mind programmed by life,
By my tutors and bosses, and yes, by my wife.
My heart pumps blood to make it all work,
It matters not if I’m a hero or a moronic jerk
When I die I will rot; my body will decay,
My heart and my brain will go the same way.
My bones will survive after the marrow is gone,
But that will be it, my life will be done.
Now to imagine a heaven where the rest of me goes,
(Those pieces left over like the nails of my toes)
Is a concept without logic, sanity and fact,
To which indoctrinated people faithfully react.