When so many of my beliefs died

Did anybody mourn their passing?

There were no condolences; no warm compassionate hug

Were they worthy of only an indifferent shrug?

Why then am I programmed to grieve

The decay of mortal flesh and bone?

What belief is that

Which brings me back to your graveyard stone?

And what will happen

When that belief too shall pass away?

Will I mourn your death

Or shrug it away?