We all must die – but then, who’s keeping score?
The martyrs, maybe, as they play their game:
One-nil, two-nil – it all adds up the same.
The only thing that we can say for sure
is god fights on both sides in every war:
each tallied death adds glory to his name
(I’m fairly sure that’s what the prophets claim).
Whatever. Damn their worthless ancient lore –
A modern man can prove himself more brave,
dismissing fictive fears beyond the grave;
find simpler glory in the random chance
that led him here to join in Nature’s dance.
Though brief and fleeting be my earthly span,
I’ll try to live a little while I can.