Away We Go
Heaven’s Sake
or maybe Hell No.
Even if we weigh
a ton our body’s
not a problem
for two fellows
in black suits.
They hoist us
on the gurney
and wheel us away.
But they don’t
handle souls.
Our last breath
sends the soul
to the elevator
and the elevator’s
automatic.
No buttons.
No good-byes.
It zooms away.
Everywhere
in the world
a million
times a day
the elevator goes
up or down.
No predicting
which way.
Some say it’s
told each time
which way to go
because by God
it never stops
and always
knows the way.
Donal Mahoney
