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In days of old, at the dawn of time
when life was microbes in primal slime
Mother Nature in contemplation
declared the start of repeat creation.
  Varieties of life, will grow and mate
in a unique way to perpetuate
 forms of life with various span
plus one special item, “Intelligent man”
where worldly creatures, whatever of station
 will in death...feed the Earth,
for a future generation.

But Man with his growing self esteem
couldn't bear to think, ones final sleep
would be one of decay on a compost heap.
 Persuaded his fellows, to believe there's a place
a mythical Heaven somewhere out in space.
Where spirits float for ever more
in states of moral grace.

  Left over, redundant, the mortal coil,
 is then dug deep into the waiting soil
with relevant prayers the kin to assure.
 A bit over the top...for spreading manure.
 
 So beware when Preachers promise
"eternal life""this better place"
sounds profound, but just a hole in the ground
without any moral grace.
A tiny four inch vacant space
twixt coffin lid and rotting face
 obsorbed in the earth, destined to bring
re-creation in a future spring.

Mandatory death, with reluctant cooperation
is the final act of each generation
performed by everyone, in time
 reverted back to 'primal slime'.
 From preloved placentas, plugged deep in the soil
grows food for lifes, infinite toil.
.................................
What better way to contribute a lasting legacy of life
enriching and confirming another years bountiful growth
through the remnants of  plants and progeny
                                          eternally passed on by the ultimate in physical pleasure.