There Are No Gods

There are no gods.

Men are but sods

In the end

My friend.

Yet we strive

To stay alive.

And some pretend

That there are gods.

But we are sods

In the end

My friend.

Though, the poet’s work may survive

Long after his eyes

Have closed.

And, who knows,

Perchance he may find, at his end

That we are more than mere

Sods.

Yet I fear

That there are no gods.

And we are but sods

In the end

My friend.