By Gale Acuff
PROMPT — I will not rest until ...
When my soul sails to Heaven like a kite
to be judged, my soul's the kite, not Heaven
that is, I'll close my eyes, I'm afraid of
heights and for that matter the dark as well,
which is what I guess Hell's like when it's not
afire and considering I don't want
to die at all then maybe Earth is both
and not just one or the other, maybe
my favorite afterlife would be the Earth
but not too high and bright or dark and low,
which is pretty much what I take it for
now and to ease a little of the load
from God's shoulders He can just let me hang
where I am for eternity. Spinning.
Gale Acuff has had hundreds of poems published in eleven countries and is the author of three books of poetry. He has taught university English in the US, China, and Palestine. He writes from the Department of English, Arab American University in Zababdeh, Palestine.
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