Your body borrowed,
the soul to lend

The clock runs quickly,
each tick portends

Your choices wagered,
the chips they fall

The sins if proffered,
a last downfall

Your memory staggered,
the past in waves

The future stealing,
are you enslaved

Your trumpet blows,
one last farewell

The die is cast
—heaven or hell

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)