Storm's a Comin

Storm's a Comin

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

When the Dead Come Calling

Accountability is all the dead
will ask for when they call my name
Ask me what I’ve done, what I’ve learned
and all those many failures.

They will ask if I deserve to be with them
if I want to be with them

Judge me on my vision of reunited Heaven/Hell
or festering ooze of bone and muscle

There are no promises I can make
none that they can keep

When the dead come calling
I’ll answer the door
naked and ready

Invite them in

for a drink or a smoke,
see where the evening takes us.

1/4/11

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