More Than Reduction To Materialism (Rev.) 7.28.2008 Poem by Margaret Alice

All senses lost, all desire to look
for a solution; the last of my powers
used for remaining upright behind my
desk; not even diminished intellectual
stimulation reaches my closed-off mind

Goblin Party by Douglas Hill fails to
entice, nothing breaks the ice of an
evil spell stiffening my corpse – but
for eye-witness accounts I might have
thought my mind was caught in my brain

Mr Reductionist Materialism overjoyed
by absence of animating spirit or soul,
rejoices to see a debilitating condition
reducing me to only five faulty senses
and a non-functioning brain

Giving the lie to my claim life is mostly
wonderful – but I am obstinate and though
I have no personal evidence or experience
of it, I cling to a belief that life is more
than empty reduction to materialism

Should it be proven that this was only
illusion - it has brought me untold joy,
made this life bearable and cannot spoil
my everlasting non-existence when I
finally flee this faulty body…