an afterlife would imply,
democratically a death,
only if we all "simultaneously",
trans-historically,
took to abusing a hammock,
wriggling like maggots
safely extinguished
to no more than the helpless
limbless...
if I really did believe
in an afterlife, and not in
death 2.0 of recycling...
desecrating a memory of Milton,
with grave no more,
and not a lending hand akin
to Virgil...
           no wonder the Buddhist
teaching is so averted to
Hindu Catholic dogma...
where the Raj and his self
blitzes the tsunami of people
with a one resurgent self...
none other than a
charlatan guru-vishnu...
   with so many nouns in play...
bewilering that some
Ishmael noun should be
deemed rigid in being, at least
being prone to the
theological question-ridicule:
all? ah!
        if only, that was a question,
followed by a sigh of relief.