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Reflections on "The Late Great Planet Earth"
After it was all over, and they were rolling up the sky
In sections, and stowing it neatly in moving vans
on a cosmic scale, I reflected
That it had all happened just the way the book had said it would
And I could see that soon, an army of clerks would come
And collect us, and lead us off to little cubicles where
We would see the whole tired thing replayed
For our edification.
And yes, that's a ten percent credit for your peace corps work
But it's pretty well wiped out by that time
Behind the barn, when you were twelve.
Then they'd figure the angles. The books would be balanced
And we'd all get thrown into a lake of fire
Or some such medieval horror.
And the pious few, 144,000, would stand around, self congratulatory
Waiting to board the celestial elevator
And maybe one of them would look, back at the bottomless pit, and say
"But what about them? They've got nothing to look forward to."
And he'd be wrestled to the ground, by the security squad archangels
In riot gear
Handcuffed and hustled down the back stairs.
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