Kenya, 1971 and 1972
Any afterlife heard of or imagined
already exists in another dimension:
Heaven, Hell, Valhalla,
the Summerland of pagans,
the paradise where virgins
await the Muslim martyr.
In London, two young men
bought a lion at Harrods. He grew
too big, so they released
him into the wild in Africa.
Nine months later, they came back,
visitors from a long-ago lifetime;
he remembered them: the love,
the joyful embraces on that granite slope.
That’s my afterlife, ecstatic
reunion with friends and relatives
from other, less lonely lifetimes.