The Mind’s Rule Says There Is No . . .

The Mind’s Rule Says There Is No . . .

The rain of yesterday stalks up my soul

Though that is quite impossible because

I do not harbor one.  No, no-one stole

It, not a devil or a god whose laws

Forbid such theft.  I simply never had

A soul.  I’m not from ectoplasm of

A medium.  Instead I, armor clad

With reason, hold myself aloof, above

The nonsense of religions, all their stuff

And claptrap.  Protoplasm makes up mind.

I don’t need more for that is quite enough

To cause my problems.  The stupid faiths are blind.

  I see quite well.  I do not need some odd

    Theology.  I need no hogwash god.

Phillip Whidden