The Agnostic

I don't believe in heaven
And I don't believe in hell
But for some reason, I'm drawn
to the idea of purgatory,
that waiting, staging time
between worlds.

I think they're there, watching
me and listening to me as I
clean their still-warm bodies.
Some in shock and horror,
some smiling down,
following me around the room.

And so, I often talk to them-
but then again, maybe it's just
to myself and the figments
of my imagination.