In a tiny corner of...the Milky Way

just before dawn at break of day

inside of a room under star-lit skies

lubricated by blood to loud agonised cries

I'm pushed into hell...from between Mother's thigh's

Torture  is harsh and immediate

even at this tender age

as Midwife slashes lifeline...in a gory second stage

Mum's nine months of discomfort

forgotten with a sigh

burly woman in uniform

slaps my arse to make me cry

 

It was SO comfy...in Mummies womb

plenty to eat...with bags of room

then let loose like a hound from its trap

in the human race for my very first lap

Christened in church...a miserable place

strange man...sloshes water all over my face

while rabbiting on about God in his grace

 

At last it's over tears are dried

Mums thumb in my mouth Dad smiling with pride

glasses clinking...my frightened eyes blinking

all stand there and wonder

what I must be thinking

 

Wake early morning not at all happy

crying my eyes out in wet soggy nappy

bathed, cleansed...sweet powdered posterior

ready for jabbing...against mumps and diphtheria

 

Totally dependent...the first few miles

in a world full of hazards and pedophile's

pain aplenty waits anon

between constant enquiries

as to where I came from?

 

As years march by...one by one 

punctuated with tears as loved ones pass on
             terrorists...keep the country in crisis              

murdering orgies by the black hearted ISIS

uneasy peace with the IRA

young man stabbed to death...in bar room affray

each hour filled with bad news...day after day

 

If your lucky or otherwise...to have lived a long life

struggled to get through the sadness and strife

brought up the kids...buried your wife

punctured by needles

slashed with Surgeons sharp knife

 

Is there really this almighty host

sat up there with an Holy Ghost

to greet me...beyond the finishing post?

I can't be sure...I'm hard to convince

that we'll share the same Heaven...peasant and Prince

I refuse to believe it...and with certainty guess

if there's such a place 

we'll surely arrive...for him to assess
  unhinged by gross horrors

topped with traumatic stress

 

It's almost over...I've had some good runs

as a devout non believer...I'll stick to my guns.

'cos I firmly believe after popping your clogs

there's no such a place...where a God catalogues

only us humans...not beetles and dogs

 

 life concluded...I've had some fun 

now back where I started...as does every one.

remembered briefly by daughters and son 

then fogotten completely...when they're passed and gone.

Together at peace all the family dead

on top of each other...like in a bunk bed.

Ran the race did the best I can

  an out of the betting also ran

 it didn't matter...everyone wins. 

absolute absolution no matter their sins

 

The good are soon forgotten

along with their defferent days

the bad, remembered legends

for wicked nefarious ways

Lie where shifting sand  embraces 

gnarled crossed hands, worn lifeless faces

 

Don't worry on hearing the starters gun

for a winning rosette's pinned to everyone

In the boundary-less peace that's Oblivion.