Prayer of the Agnostic, by John Tustin
Tonight I pray to the memory of Li Po
To Rumi to Bukowski to Sandburg
And the living uncaring soul of Bob Dylan
That you read this someday
(Maybe tomorrow
But more likely when I am gone)
That my missives reach you
Whether I am living or dead
And that you cry at the thought of my death
When the truth reaches you
In your place
Between my wasted life and the stars
The thought that I will know your feelings
When I am dead
Causes me to not exactly fear death
But become giddy with expectation
‘End of Faith’ by Fabrice Poussin