can you wrap
your
mind
around
your
own death
that
moment
when
you
no longer
exist
and
all those
platitudes
of
eternal life
are
put to the test
now
no longer
esoteric
pulpit
biblical proclamations
but
your
attempted
entry
into
the unknown
as
an undocumented
refugee
of
life
what
will
your
border crossing
be
like
will you be held
in
a detention shelter
with
only
the most basic
of
perpetuity’s needs
death’s
version
of
mylar emergency blankets
or
will you
have
to
wait
outside
in
some enclave
on
the border
for
lost souls
awaiting
your
service number
to
be called
and
processed
oh
i’d answer
these
questions
but
none
of
the dearly departed
have
answered
my
emails
WOW.
This is so good, Charlie, on so many levels. I was pulled in by the title because we used to watch the reruns of this one. I, too, have been thinking about after death as I’ve been grappling with my feelings about “church”. Your poetry is giving me interesting images of white people with privilege – do I see myself in there?
I actually saw this one played out in my brain. It was quite the trip. 🙂 Have a great weekend. 🙂
You will keep us in the loop if you do get a reply from a dearly departed, right?
You’ll be the first to know.
well penned!