FRIED AND FROZEN 

Squinting down the barrel of scientific oblivion,
You hope to cryogenically cross the division
Of darkness versus light, and life versus death.
You have wagered all your hopes against your last dying breath.
You want to live again, and see the wonderful tomorrow
With its promise of advancement that will solve all your sorrow.
40 thousand dollars to freeze your body away but
What if we know less tomorrow than we now know today?
What if you rise from your tomb to find the world gone insane.
Full of man-eating midgets roaming a sandy dry plain,
Broken heaps of rubble strewn across the landscape
Will be the only reminders of the world you escaped?
But you need not worry, for you have no control
Over even your senses, what to speak of your soul.
That body’s dead as a doornail and your soul’s on its way
Down to the nether regions where every dog has his day.
And if your freezer remains cold till the Kali yuga’s final hour
They’ll pry off the lid with their fingers and your body they’ll devour.