I’ve seen it in my dreams.
Dead people don’t go to heaven.
They all gather on a long beach,
Where all other dead beings go.
Some of them wander about restlessly,
looking for their other dead relatives,
much like seashells on the beach,
eternally looking for their lost half.
This is nature’s central morgue:
all bodies are cleansed by the waves,
neatly displayed on the sand like seashells,
gracefully, patiently waiting
for someone to recognise them,
or simply fancy them,
pick them up,
give them their new life.
George is an author, researcher, podcaster, chemist, molecular biologist and food scientist. You can follow him on Twitter @99blackbaloons , listen to his Spotify podcast George reads George, join his mailing list, or enjoy his books