What Is Oblivion Poem by James McLain

So,
When we die.
To many think that some alien God,
Will take them into his bosom.

Half of my brain knows that we will
Go to wherever it was that we were at before,
We were born.


We are only now able to speak of this,
While other's take the high road.
The road that leads us all to the fork,
That diverges back to the low road.

We are a God over ants and such though
We kill them, roaches as well.
So,
When we die let it be said that we are
Only flirting with oblivion.