Is there life after life
Or (failing this) a better breed of strife?
Newer better enemies to RIP us
Tear us down and possibly to nip us
In the bud of yet more wondering and wanting
The mostly kindly kind of cut of all
To stop us wanting more than our fair share
To stop us cursing God or (failing this)
To slander saints whose better nature angels
Remind us their fair shares were long before
This temporary downturn in our fortunes
And where they whine not, shall we dare to cry?