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.