like a scream and a yell
like a gift from hell
all tenderly like wrapped in
darkness and flame
it comes
... once a witch whispered to me
the space between heaven and hell is inches...
with the cry of a bell and
reverberation shaking my dead body
into something like life
after all this time of fitful dozing
comes the gospel, more frightening then
wails about wrath and God's
fire and brimstone,
more hopeful than stories of sailing to heaven
in a ship that everyone's in
whether they wish it or not
and more than all those visions
cause this vision
is true