Some people like to
hedge their bets regarding what if anything they might face once they have ‘shuffled
off this mortal coil’. (That’s straight out of Hamlet, of course. Good ole Shakespeare. Sounds so much better
better than just being dead, doesn’t it?)
Me? Well, I was never
much of a gambler so I guess I’ll just have to take my chances with nature…
THE LAST LONG HAULER OUT OF E-BAY
Bid for a ticket,
now halfway to (Heaven?)
angels rushing by -
no
less anxious than I to see
the end of the line
Looking down, I see
people on hands and knees
in poverty and pain - far
more anxious than I to see
if God’s at home
Looking out, I feel
a devil’s breath on my face,
smell incense burning
like a pot-pourri of roses
and grow anxious
Bid for a ticket,
now halfway to (Heaven?);
angels rushing past - no
less anxious than I to make up
for lost time
[From: Accomplices
to Illusion by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2007]
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