The Gullibility Of Man Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

Isn't it odd how short
the distance that separates us
from Eternity!

Perpetuity.
Such an expansive word.
Immeasurable in fact.

Well, not true.
Six feet to be precise!
I just gave it a graspable measure.

The only reason for six
is because that's all it takes
to compact our shorter
than a century lifespan.

That six feet of dirt isolates us
from infinite knowledge
and it is fictive as the granite
marker above that from below
one can no longer read.

I know that rock is there
to weigh our soul down
and prevent it from rising.

It pits us against the only one
who rose and rolled the stone.

Why did he have to roll it at all
when he could've simply
walked through it.
But he couldn't.
His belief sapped
by the loss of blood
demanded more than even
his father could deliver.