We sing,

“Theirs is wrong and ours is right!”

And all those centuries wasted in fight

trying to prove it!

All that shed blood and gory mud!

What matter

if heaven is a pearly-walled city

or a desert oasis with ever-horny ever-virgins,

or a giant mead hall filled

with great bearded men and shield maidens

pounding their horn cups on worn oak tables

all proclaiming the truth of their take on eternity!

Nah!

What difference what we think we see

before those last few heart-beats,

before we close our eyes

and breathe our lasts?

IF

there is somewhere else,

we will All recognize the place

and praise our mutual memory of it!

BUT,

if there is nothing,

after,

We will neither rend our robes

in disappointment.

Nor even know!

For,

“It is finished.”