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/