For The Next Life Poem by Kevin Patrick

Eventually, it will cease to matter
and everyone will have a home
With ornate French framed windows
and goldfish swimming in Japanese ponds
Things will be zestfully clean with
white picket fences on manicured lawns
And spoonfuls of sugared generosity
To accommodate every creed and religion
That has held fast to true belief in the
brotherhood of man...(and sister-kind)

There will be no rapture, just a cats eye view of
eternities grand canyon projecting white shadows
on the background of the abandoned universe

and we will not speak of evil, for we will
know no evil, living only for today in the pursuit
of one another's happiness, while things like
multiple sclerosis, and sarcastic fibrosis
have been left at the door step of another time and place


and the scantily clad fears and neurosis
of our insecurities put away in Pandora's attic
like the pets our parents brought to farms
in another lifetime, but who are here now
Happilly together on the farm of vegatarians

and we will dream that this life, never was...