Away We Go

Heaven’s Sake or maybe Hell No. Even if we weigh a ton our body’s not a problem for two fellows in black suits. They hoist us on the gurney and wheel us away. But they don’t handle souls. Our last breath sends the soul to the elevator and the elevator's automatic. No buttons. No good-byes. It zooms away. Everywhere in the world a million times a day the elevator goes up or down. No predicting which way. Some say it's told each time which way to go because by God it never stops and always knows the way. Donal Mahoney