We’re All Doomed by Lynn White

“We’re all doomed”, he said.

Well, so we are!

From the moment of our birth,

no, before then

some don’t make it that far,

expelled by the body

to parts

unknown.



As I child 

I thought

that living

with such knowledge

should be hellish,

impossible to live with

happily.



If I were god,

it would be

my little joke.

Forget Satan 

and his fiery furnace,

the nonsense of an underworld,

the craziness of constant rebirth.

Life is hell.



I explained my theory

at Sunday School

when aged nine

and three-quarters.

It didn’t go down well.

But it still seems to me

that god is the creator

of the first conspiracy theories

and humans still don’t get it.



So he still has the last laugh

after all!



*First published in Assignment, December 2022*

About the Poet:

Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality. She has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net and a Rhysling Award. Find Lynn at: https://lynnwhitepoetry.blogspot.com and https://www.facebook.com/Lynn-White-Poetry-1603675983213077/