in the hustle for a sure heaven
old men learn to run again
as good seats become available
posted on death’s door
that sky promises an open road
and a slew of inns for the trip
though joy doesn’t sleep
and time never pays
how wonderful and comforting it must be
to have purchased belief insurance
for a platinum after-life while others
place their arrows in the bow of fate
and wait petrified to find out
what kind of tour
they’ve booked