There is no hope here
no one gets out alive
straight, bisexual, or queer
all must perform the dirt dive

We apparently come from nothing
and make ourselves up
as we go along    sauntering
through the tulips    draining the cup

If there is meaning here
which is far from certain
it lasts only as long as we're
on the live side of the curtain

So,

Remembered for a thousand  years
or in the oubliette next Tuesday
ask Alexander if he really cares
ask Milton"What do the snake say?"