No Way Back
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The rat looked at me with pink eyes and said:
'Hey, it's me, can't you see? I'm not really dead!'
I was ready to shoo but then checked my stride,
it hadn't been that long ago since you died.
I shooed anyway and the rat scurried off,
of this reincarnation lark - I'd had enough,
once you're gone, you're gone, leave things alone,
instead of shaking, like a dog with a bone.
You were lucky you were here at all, maybe unlucky,
look what you had to endure - even meeting me;
I turned to go inside before any other apparitions appeared,
let's face it chaps, this life of ours was very weird.
Maybe when we get into the next 'plan,' we can get rid of:
intransigence, rogue dictators, death and the elephant god.
Copyright © Terry Reeves | Year Posted 2017
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