Sludge

When I was a young boy
there was a frightening dream
in the dead of night it came
like a vision unfolding
 
The scene was
as I can best describe
a giant sludge machine
turning ,twisting, mixing
all that once had been
a dark grey pasty ooze it was
then the scene did change
to a green flat moving belt
with daiseys a popping
maybe this is what awaits
after our final day
a little glimpse to prepare
for your souls next phase
 
Or maybe reincarnation
works a little this way
blending experience and flesh
to make a better clay
from which to mold
a new life form
free of the past
moving off into the world
on a different path