The Reaper Wore a Hoodie

Highway Sign

The reaper wore a hoodie/
Sitting on the corner bench/

He offered me a dap/
And loudly asked how I was/

I expected a long robe/
and a long old-time sickle/

He took his white headphones out/
I heard noise as he swiped it off/

I asked him where his scythe was/
And he smiled and chewed his gum/

“People think that we gods don’t change/
that eternal means stuck in time/

“In the style that they think matters:/
Their favorite time in history/

He looked off at the six lane highway/
And seemed to collect his thoughts/

“People think humans evolve/
But their gods remain antiques/

“They trap us in a history/
Where the harshest demands are made/

“Like we can’t learn anything/
From our eternities of life/

“I’m the ‘reaper’ because you/
used to have to farm constantly/

Now I should be ‘collections’/
or the ‘syndicate’s muscle‘/

“But the love of books trap me/
In a medieval metaphor/

“Some love chivalry, kings, knights/
And old-fashioned peonage/

“To show their faithful love of God/
(That plantation has gone global)/

But we gods are much kinder now/
Same rules though, no-one stays alive/

But fealty and obeisance/
Like animal sacrifices/

“No longer pleases us that much/
You do those for human leaders/

“Who want the power of their fathers/
To bully and command the people/

WE don’t give a rat’s gray ass/
What you eat, where you pray, or/

“Who-the-fuck you think God is/
Because you will all come back home/

“And there’s no place for the wicked;/
The good and bad lodge together/

“In eternity you get to see/
Things more clearly. and good and evil/

“Only make sense to those with flesh/
Bad‘ is like mold, or rain, or pain/

“Something absolutely needed/
-But the fleshed cannot know why”/

He watched the traffic speed along/
And frowned a bit as it slowed/

He raised his stubbled chin and the cars/
Sped back up like an unclogged drain/

“Why can’t we understand?” I asked/
and he sadly smiled, weighing the bat/

“Rules and consequences matter/
To you children of the flesh/

“Your finite bodies and minds/
With their wants, loves, needs and greed/

“Need the charnel race track” he said/
Glancing at the speeding cars/

“Because eternity lacks/
A speed limit or any rules/

“But those little rules of the flesh/
Also enable desire/

“All that you crave, all that ‘matters’/
In eternity is a plague/

“The things you fight for will soon be/
Like mosquitoes: trivial”/

He heard the siren and looked up/
Back to where the traffic came from/

Cast a glance at me like a ball[1]/
Lifted his bat to his shoulder/

Adjusted his grip, twirled it upward/
And watched the spot where the chase/

Would round the highway’s slow curve/
He let life come to him fast/ V

And swung after the chase had passed/
And the police car swerved, flipped/

And slid along the highway/
Wheels in the air like a turtle/

He smiled and walked away as/
I heard screaming and saw fire/

The reaper wore a hoodie/

Sitting on the corner bench/

 

He offered me a dap/

And loudly asked how I was/

 

I expected a long robe/

and a long old-time sickle/

 

He took his white headphones out/

I heard noise as he swiped it off/

 

I asked him where his scythe was/

And he smiled and chewed his gum/

 

“People think that we gods don’t change/

that eternal means stuck in time/

 

“In the style that they think matters:/

Their favorite time in history/

 

He looked off at the six lane highway/

And seemed to collect his thoughts/

 

“People think humans evolve/

But their gods remain antiques/

 

“They trap us in a history/

Where the harshest demands are made/

 

“Like we can’t learn anything/

From our eternities of life/

 

“I’m the ‘reaper’ because you/

used to have to farm constantly/

 

Now I should be ‘collections’/

or the ‘syndicate’s muscle‘/

 

 “But the love of books trap me/

In a medieval metaphor/

 

“Some love chivalry, kings, knights/

 And old-fashioned peonage/

 

“To show their faithful love of God/

(That plantation has gone global)/

 

But we gods are much kinder now/

Same rules though, no-one stays alive/

 

But fealty and obeisance/

Like animal sacrifices/

 

“No longer pleases us that much/

You do those for human leaders/

 

“Who want the power of their fathers/

 To bully and command the people/

 

WE don’t give a rat’s gray ass/

What you eat, where you pray, or/

 

“Who-the-fuck you think God is/

Because you will all come back home/

 

“And there’s no place for the wicked;/

The good and bad lodge together/

 

“In eternity you get to see/

Things more clearly. and good and evil/

 

“Only make sense to those with flesh/

Bad‘ is like mold, or rain, or pain/

 

“Something absolutely needed/

-But the fleshed cannot know why”/

 

He watched the traffic speed along/

And frowned a bit as it slowed/

 

He raised his stubbled chin and the cars/

Sped back up like an unclogged drain/

 

“Why can’t we understand?” I asked/

and he sadly smiled, weighing the bat/

 

“Rules and consequences matter/

To you children of the flesh/

 

“Your finite bodies and minds/

With their wants, loves, needs and greed/

 

“Need the charnel race track” he said/

Glancing at the speeding cars/

 

“Because eternity lacks/

A speed limit or any rules/

 

“But those little rules of the flesh/

Also enable desire/

 

“All that you crave, all that ‘matters’/

In eternity is a plague/

 

“The things you fight for will soon be/

Like mosquitoes: trivial”/

 

He heard the siren and looked up/

Back to where the traffic came from/

 

Cast a glance at me like a ball[1]/

Lifted his bat to his shoulder/

 


Adjusted his grip, twirled it upward/

And watched the spot where the chase/

 

Would round the highway’s slow curve/

He let life come to him fast/

 

And swung after the chase had passed/

And the police car swerved, flipped/

 

And slid along the highway/

Wheels in the air like a turtle/

 

He smiled and walked away as/

I heard screaming and saw fire/

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4 responses to “The Reaper Wore a Hoodie

  1. This was a really AMAZING poem. I loved it so much. I felt drawn in, like a movie playing. So profound. I began to quote but i just quoting and quoting the whole thing. I really really love this poem. Amazing writing and thinking.

    My fav favvvvv line of the whole thing
    “People think humans evolve/
    But their gods remain antiques”

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  3. I really appreciate having found this.

    It was writing at its best. Muchos kudos.

    Looking forward to more.

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