In memory of Iain Banks(1954-2013)

No paradise waiting, no resurrection, no rebirth

from old rattling bones life arising

or from new womb old sould finding refuge.

No, just the end, darkness and

Void like none between the stars.

There's no mercy that we don't create ourselves,

there's no life but this in blood and flesh and bone

spending fleeting decades in wonder

looking around and up on this speck of dust

wandering in the Cosmic night,

asking questions, telling stories,

keeping the Void at bay until we can no more.

10.06.2013