Day of Final Judgement
For humans when we die.
A gleaming golden set of pearly gates
Beset by clouds
A grey-haired saint Peter
Thinning a little at the top
Clean trimmed salt and pepper beard
Wearing his white graduation gown.
Standing at his gilded lectern
Peering at those to be judged
Over half-moon reading glasses
Affixed to his neck with a glimmering chain.
His hands resting on an open book
A catalogue of the accumulated good and bad deeds.
I hope against all hope
That final ledger contains
A column titled:
"Parental sportsmanship at little league games"
Because if I had my way,
The dude settling next to me who just
REVELED
In the joy of a nine year old striking out,
Should roast on a spit
In the great Showtime Rotisserie Of Eternity.
Even if he saves some kids from a burning orphanage a few years from now.
