The Reports of Her Passing
even heaven’s stars can be misaligned
the reports of her passing greatly exaggerated
a wrong number and evil intent came together
“How is my friend?”
“She died today.”
“When are the funeral services?”
“There won’t be any services!” CLICK
like playing telephone, passes between the pews,
the news of Lazarus…weeping ensues, towels passed
out…we all could have passed out if this saint
had showed up on Sunday next, praising with all get out
stone’s been kicked away…the one that the evil one laid
the devil lied, using the mouth of a man…oh man
telephone rings and rings and rings, call after call,
throwing us all, for a loop. nevermind the toss and turn
as we thought of our friend at heaven’s gate…the gait
a bit slower than we thought. kiss, kiss, kiss
her face…her halo will have to wait
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