You say that you are not afraid

You say that you are not afraid to face the final call?
Because you are superior to all us “infidels”
Who undulate like ragged rowboats in the ocean’s swells
Engulfed at last by angry seas that form a swirling pall.

Here’s my take:
God forsake?
Your mistake.

Suppose the bridge of stone and steel that you will walk across
Is really made of rotting wood and decomposing rope.
So if the boards beneath your feet give way, I only hope
Your pompous days of re-born faith were not a total loss.

Caustic wit?
Live with it.
Hypocrite.

On angel’s wings, you claim, you’ll soar to rendez-vous with God
While all the rest of us descend to well-deserved perdition
So confident you are your sins will all receive remission.
Perhaps your wings are made of wax.  Now wouldn’t that be odd?

Apostate?
I debate.
Just you wait.

© August 27, 2005 by Allan M. Heller