Don’t ask me to start idle chatter
what I’ve discovered in my walk
when I met the Man in Black
straight man to the Lord on High

The Devil whispered God’s little secret
asking me to hold my tongue
for if the world knew the mystery
they’d grin in unison to his joke

I could hint what’s been uttered
gossip from the Lord of Imps
stating how I’m meant to live
against the veil of darkest light

torture as a right of passage
endings coming all too soon
waking coffins giving shelter
one from another in their despair

silence will be my only option
no outside voice brought to bear
because the start would have no ending
murmur stretching to only screams

when I pass I’ll break my quiet
stand with the Highest in his glee
witness humor behind the horror
share the laughter at Heaven’s Gates.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170605.