A diagnosis.
Stage 4 cancer.
Anger and
fear and hurt
descend.
Then
the questions
arise.
Why me?
And after I die?
Is there a God?

A heaven?
A hell?
A nothingness?
Something else?
How can I know?
Good, bottom line,
questions.
Indiscreet, tactless
queries
all mortals
need to ask.

-SP