I'll die one day like I'm supposed to and
go to Heaven or Hell like they say at
church and Sunday School and that will be all
there is except for Eternity, where
I'll never die again, they tell me, though
in the Bad Place I'll wish I could, even
though I'll be dead already, and as for
Heaven, from what they say it seems less like
Earth than Hell is, so maybe the Good Place
really is my best bet, I only pray
it won't bring me down, all that sweetness and
light and harp-playing and wings and worship
and streets of gold and so on, I wonder
will I regret the being there and in
-stead long for the fire—Hell’s the purer place.
Gale Acuff has published hundreds of poems in over a dozen countries and has authored three books of poetry. He has taught university English in the US, China, and Palestine.