All I Know Of Death, Poem by Brendan McCallum

                                          With life after death
                                             being a possible illusion,
                                          to say least, a topic
                                             shrouded in confusion,
                                          holy men (politically)
                                             add to this collusion,
                                          drawing (if not insistent)
                                             to a heavenly conclusion,
                                          on a personal level
                                             you will not disillusion,
                                          this life I live
                                             being without illusion,

                                          and so...
                                             to all I know of death,

                                          there is much symmetry
                                             in a cemetery.


                                                            BG