And Where Do Gods Go? Poem by Saul Eldon

And where do Gods go when they die?
Will they still be when we're extinct
Looking about them wondering, 'Why? '

Are their graveyards where values lie
Their tombs the last resting place of our lost innocence.
Their headstones ‘graved with our unanswered prayers?

Who will tend their burial plots?
Who replace the old, dead flowers?
Who will weep by cold stones
Down the long empty hours?

Will they haunt the deserted churches
To see the dry fonts and vacant pews
The silent organ pipes and unopened hymn books
The empty collection plates and unpaid dues?

Where do they go - the once omnipotent, now silent
To gnaw the ends of their plans for mankind?