I know it’s time.
Kneeling in an empty space between
this world and that, I wrap
my arms around God’s calves & beg
He smiles down at me
while the sound of wind brushing wheat
I smile back & then, tempted
by the thought
of an explosive light,
I suicide-bomb my way through his heart into heaven.
Later, as I tour Kingdom Come,
more angels than you can count
dance on the head of pin
in a seamstress’s hovel
in paradise’s biggest slum.
The next day, in a cemetery by the river, I carve
on God’s grave marker life’s only relevant fact:
what a slave might strap around his waist
under his shirt.
If you do, he'll take over the kingdom, sure as shit."