He said..

..that when we’ve died
we’re whisked away to
an interstellar courtroom
where we are tried
for crimes against

sound a bit fishy to me
but he should know,
I watched him go and
saw him return.

A modern day Lazarus
cardboard for his bed
which is more than for
the rest of us.

Anyway it’s cyclical
or biblical and
sometimes suicidal to
spend your thoughts
so freely.

No watch watches over me,
time is a fallacy although
it still bothers me, but
I think that’s my age.

© 2017, John Smallshaw.