The Esthetic Apostle

February 2018

Heaven

by J.W. Heacock

Devil's teeth,
angels weep;
you have to like
the afterlife.

Free will's a joke,
there is no hope.
Predestination? Nope.
Mere holy masturbation.

But if I play my cards just right
and hedge my bet with Pascal's wager,
I'll reunite with the ones I love
even if I didn't love my neighbor.