When you wake up in the middle
of the night screaming, it’s all right.
When the psycho killer on the ceiling’s
beaming, break the light.
Never play hide-and-seek with Jesus.
The cat’ll cheat, you see, peeking
through the holes in his holy hands.
God taught him to spy on everyone
forever–it’s how those guys kill time.
Their immortality means they cannot
kill each other or themselves;
they murder us instead.
Some scientists desire their sacred curse;
they want to become natural-born
robots–not my cup of instant tea.
Death, like life, is no big deal.
Time reminds you not to feel
too sorry for yourself. You’re just
another leaf speck in the maelstrom,
an atom blasted to oblivion by the Big
Bang, destined to illusions of increasing
dissolution, overwhelming appetites
that wake you in the night.
The only way to beat your fate
is love the works before too late.