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C.N.P Poetry 

  • Writer's pictureCathexis Northwest Press

When the world ends I expect to be so

By: Gale Acuff

dead that it won't matter to me, there's no

death if you're dead already, I'm counting

on it and want to live forever but

that's not possible on Earth they say at

Sunday School, only when you're deceased and

then you'll want to spend death in Heaven, not

Hell, where even dead you'll feel pain like you'd

never feel on Earth in a zillion years

and I'm only 10 now and still alive

but it hurts like Hell just to think of it

and when I told my Sunday School teacher

she laughed and laughed, then whispered like the folks

in love on TV You take religion

so seriously and I said I do.


Gale Acuff has had poetry published in Ascent, Reed, Poet Lore, Chiron Review, Cardiff Review, Poem, Adirondack Review, Florida Review, Slant, Nebo, Arkansas Review, South Dakota Review, Roanoke Review, and many other journals in a dozen countries. He has authored three books of poetry: Buffalo Nickel, The Weight of the World, and The Story of My Lives.

"The young speaker is probably unconsciously deconstructing and mashing certain religious traditions which have become cliches ('I do' there in the last line) or at least a bit tired or tiresome. I can't say the poem is autobiographical though I spent a couple of years attending Sunday School regularly and can recall being disappointed that though the lessons would vary the main message was always the same. There was something annoying about that constancy but, at that time, I couldn't articulate my reaction."


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