Ticketmaster to the Great Beyond

“We cannot conceive of ourselves as not existing.”
Miguel de Unamuno


Ticketmaster to the Great Beyond

Call for the ticketmaster,
offer him all that I have.
He and I know my body will return to dust
to be scattered over the earth
as the winds blow and the rivers flow.
Know that my prior sentient existence,
all my thoughts, memories and dreams
will evaporate like vapors into a vacuum,
except those in the minds of others and
those on the pages I have written.
I need to prepare for my death.
Bring to me now the
ticketmaster to the great beyond.

Hear, oh ticketmaster,
a one-way ticket to the great beyond
where the molecules of my body,
from the dust of my cremated and
pulverized body and brain,
can be released and dispersed
to be blown outwards by the sun’s rays
out past Jupiter and Pluto into intergalactic space.
To drift forever or to be
caught up by new planets and stars.
To be incorporated into and contribute to
new forms of being.
Ah, thank you for loosening my earth’s bond,
ticketmaster to the great beyond.


© Sherman K. Poultney 6 March 2007