you cannot fool me
I can tell how scared you are
of the darkness

how you cling to light that
has shrunk to a candle’s flame
the size of this candle
rapidly diminishing

so what
if nothingness follows — such
a radical self-dispersion
or there is a
hereafter, and it
is judgement that awaits

fair, even-handed, not
your cup of tea exactly,
who would have shifted
all odds in your favour if
only you had known how