Never Mind That Souls Are Not Physical

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If souls existed, they would be the shade

Of shadows in the clouds of giant spheres

Like Saturn.  Trillions of them would cascade

From eons past and present time like tears

From all the gods and all the other fakes

Like goddesses and prophetesses who failed

To prove that souls exist despite the aches

Of weaker-minded humans who have sailed

In ships provided by religions to

Unproven shores of hope.  These unproved souls

(Like yours, unproven) well might squeak boo hoo

In non-existent realms, moons lacking poles.

  Our trembles, murmurs, all this waste of breath

    Can’t prove that souls exist in life or death.

© Phillip Whidden