Killing God
KILLING GOD
It is the receptionist, yes,
the receptionist, who calls
and gives me the news
that somewhere inside
my body a cancer cell
is floating like an angel
waiting to take me home.
I protest loudly, ask
to speak to the doctor who,
according to the receptionist,
is not available to take my call.
I ask her what we need to do
to kill this angel and she responds
by calling me ignorant and says angels
are creations of god and cannot be killed.
Wanting and needing to prove
her wrong I pull out
my revolver, embellish
the bullets with silver wings,
load the gun carefully
and spend the night
sitting in my yard
killing all the angels
in heaven.
The next morning, when god asks me
what I have done
I tell him I have a permit
to continue living
and shoot him in the head.
Copyrighted
August 29, 2011
Jim Brewer
Copyright © Jim Brewer | Year Posted 2011
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