The Life-After-Death Sentence
As a child, I wished
I could refill
Sky-blue plates
With old grits and scrambled eggs
And raise sons that bled to death during night-labor.
I thought this would resurrect souls
Prematurely swallowed
Six feet below
By the black holes
On Earth.
When I prayed, I cursed
The Angel of Death
For not committing suicide
Or at least aborting Murder.
After God found me,
I helped found a new Garden of Eden
By killing
The Venus flytrap
That feeds off a human's flesh and last breath,
And releases non-essential elements
That even suffocate
Air.
I committed
These acts of kindness
In hopes of being found guilty
Of premeditated
Prevention of murder
And eventually being
Given
The life-after-death sentence.
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