The Postmortem Plains Poem by Nicko Smith

Welcome to nowhere
Shove every sin, tear and breath
Into the vial on your right...
It fits?
Are you intimidated?
Are you surprised?
Are you ready to relive it all?
Every debt, smile and death...
Keep smiling and touching yourself, my child
The ones you love are an illusion
Rush through the rose bower
Rape as you please
Appease!
Close your pretty eyes
Grab all the gods from their shelves and grin
And remember
You cannot sin
In the limbo of infants