Who Would Come to Get Me?
I wondered who would come to get me.
Would it be Jesus? The Big Man himself?
Maybe Archangel Michael.
I have had this ridiculous death rattle for three days.
It is time to get up there!
I keep guessing.
Elvis? Johnny Cash? Tina Turner?
My favorites who have gone before me.
There is a loud honking now.
I look out my window.
There is a huge Volkswagon Hippie Bus.
Arms are waving!
I leave my body and land inside.
With Jesus, Archangel Michael, Elvis,
Johnny Cash, and Tina Turner.
There is a stranger too.
Who are you? I ask him.
Your main spirit guide he says.
We were afraid you were going to guess
Nine more people, so we had to get you quickly!
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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