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Gale Acuff
Cinq poèmes
Before you know it you're dead my Sunday
School teacher tells us ten-year-olds every
Sunday so that it's like dying over and
over or damn-nigh but at the end of
class (I almost said the end of the world)
she smiles and sets us free for another
week with at least enough God and Jesus
and the Holy Ghost to see us through, then
we're back it next Sunday so what goes
around comes around just again and a
-gain so after class I came back to ask
her If life never really ends then why
do folks have to die and she answered It
ends down here on Earth but goes on in E
-ternity. Maybe I’m already dead.
When I die I'll go to Heaven or Hell,
Heaven does the less harm to you even
though you're dead is what I figure and I
said as much to my Sunday School teacher
but she said that I'm crazy if I think
that Heaven isn't perfect, that would mean
Hell's not so bad as folks make out so I
apologized even though I don't get
what she was angry about since after
all she's closer to God Almighty than
I am to my own shadow and I just
made that one up and hit her with it and
she smiled and said You should be a poet,
Gale, which was sweet to hear but I don't want
to be hungry--bread alone is good, too.
I don't want to go to Hell--or Heaven
either for that matter, I'm good or good
enough with Earth, for all I know it's all
I've known and there's no other place for life
or maybe I should wait until I'm dead
to say so though I probably won't be
able to say anything, not having
a mouth but then I'm not sure of the facts
of nothingness if that's what I'll gain when
I'm dead, time will tell but tell when time ends
and at Sunday School when it ends time ends
with Eternity, that's time without time
passing maybe so I wonder what I'll
be doing then--nothing? I guess that takes
time, nothing at all. I want to be born.
When you die you're dead but not really they
say at church and Sunday School, your soul soars
to Heaven to get judged then gets to stay
if it's been good and you have, too, and I
guess that includes your body or part of
it, but if you've been bad Woe unto you
and so on because then you go to Hell
and burn and burn forever and ever
with no second chance, you won't be happy
so maybe they're not telling folks the truth
at church and Sunday School, you never die
at all, not truly, you go on and on
but not the same as you are now or I
am anyway, so the best bet's Heaven
--you burn there, too. Just out of righteousness.
I'm going to go to Hell someday, when
I die that is and I hope not before
but wouldn't it be something if I did
and got there not just in spirit but in
body, too--I'm not sure how special that
would make me and I'm a nobody-ten-
year-old now but wouldn't I be stronger
for being dead down there but embodied
or weaker because like somebody in
the Bible says that the flesh is weak so
I bounced it off my Sunday School teacher
but she said dead folks get all-new bodies
in Heaven, and for Hell she's not so sure,
but the odds of me going to the Here
-after like I am now are small. That's big.
A friend of the Macabre from wayback, Gale Acuff has had hundreds of poems published in a dozen countries and has authored three books of poetry. His poems have appeared in Danse Macabre 23 (2009) and 109 (2017), Ascent, Arkansas Review, Poem, Birmingham Poetry Review, Florida Review, South Carolina Review, Carolina Quarterly, Roanoke Review, Ohio Journal, Sou'wester, South Dakota Review, North Dakota Quarterly, New Texas, Midwest Quarterly, Poetry Midwest, Adirondack Review, Worcester Review, Connecticut River Review, Delmarva Review, Maryland Poetry Review, Maryland Literary Review, George Washington Review, Pennsylvania Literary Journal, Ann Arbor Review, Plainsongs, Slant, Chiron Review, Coe Review, McNeese Review, Weber, War, Literature & the Arts, Aethlon, Able Muse, The Font, Teach.Write., Hamilton Stone Review, Cardiff Review, Tokyo Review, Indian Review, Muse India, Bombay Review, and many other journals. Gale has taught tertiary English courses in the US, PR China, and Palestine.
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