Another one from San Diego fan’s amazing imagination. “Response to someone who wants to have their body cryogenically frozen after death”. By the way, I’ve now gotten past half way to writing more sonnets than the Bard. If anyone reading these has some more challenge subjects they’d like to suggest, I’m open to options.
Do you anticipate you’ll go to hell
and think your soul might just get frozen in
your body? Did you have a life of sin
that makes you feel you really might as well
just stay here? You won’t bet on where you’ll be
upstairs or down? Or do you disbelieve
in afterlife or relife – no reprieve
from non-existence? No eternity
for you. You want to stay here in this flesh,
a jail whose rotting walls are stuck in time
by coldness, ’til the statute of your crime
has run and you can start your life afresh.
How little faith that you would want to stay
When heaven’s just a last heartbeat away.