Atheist’s Creed

A friend of mine died today, passed

to a better place some people say.

I guess if six feet of mud is a better place

those folks are right on.

I wouldn’t know because I’ve never been dead

no one has that lived and told about it.

If there is a garden party after death where butterflies

flutter with golden hummingbirds

press against flowers from on high, I don’t want to go.

Too many Christians claim

it’s their home away from home.

I know too many hypocrites who will turn to bone

just like me when the end visits.

Don’t send me to some mythical heaven.

I just want to be a tree.