The End? Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Souls leave the body in one minute
they do not like to stay within it.
Two flies were sitting on the chest
of a deceased, on the blue vest
that they had given him to wear
in death where he would have to bear
the weight of all his earthly sins
and meet the Darkness and its prince.

One fly said ' let's go down below
check out the anal status quo.
Perhaps we can through sphincters pass
avoid that smelly methane gas.'

They did, and one peeled back the flap
creating, thus a tiny gap
through which the other slipped inside
thus acting as heroic guide.

Soon both were travelling upstream
a small but well-determined team.
Reached the appendix on their right
and stopped quite often for a bite.

They came, as was to be expected
into the windpipe undetected.
And there they were, trapped for all time
unable now to fly or climb.

The uvula seals from above
the trachea just like a glove.
And there was not the slightest chance
that they could change their bold advance,

reverse directions just to save
their little minds, so young and brave.
Yes they were doomed, inside the man
but God is one who truly can
decide that death can be too proud.

And suddenly a rather loud
and dissonantly snotty sneeze
exploded like a Devil's tease.
Out flew both flies, they left the mouth
and rather hurriedly, flew south.

The man there, on his final bed
was like a doornail, truly dead.
But what this proves to you my friend
is no one knows if it's the end.