Even though I'm only ten years old I don't have much time remaining to me in the sense that I could die at just any time, God could take me back to His bosom or wherever it is I'm really from, I get a little confused in Sunday School but I'm a decent student, I show up every Sabbath though I guess I'm not much more saved than my friends who don't attend but maybe God will have mercy on me and so on so that when I croak I get to dwell in Heaven and not in Hell but then again if folks were humble like they claim to be maybe every soul would strike against God and demand the fire instead of the harp. Unless it's a mouth organ.
I'll be dead one day and at Sunday School they say that's when I'll really start to live, a paradox is what my teacher calls it, I'm ten years old, words to me still mean what they stand in for more than they hint at in some spacey way that's for grownups though I'm sweet on a girl in my Sunday School class and she's like an adult that way though she's only my age, too, she's mature for her years that is, I don't mean her body but anyway she might wind up being a teacher, too, and maybe even my wife, which would make me her husband and then we'll have kids who look kind of half-and-half, her half mostly, I hope. She loves me not.
Die die die cries the Devil in my dream and I reply Okay okay okay right back at him but that calls his bluff so then he disappears and Jesus takes his place and He says Die die die so I say No no no, get thee behind me, Satan, which isn't nice of me at all but then I'm only ten years old, sin to me's not what I'm told it is to somebody who's wiser as well and then I normally wake and there's no Satan nor Jesus, just God Almighty maybe and thank the stars that I don't see Him at all and that's not only good but it's perfect or damn nigh. I couldn't have done much better myself.
Gale Acuff has had poetry published in Grand Little Things (22 July 2020), Ascent, Reed, Poet Lore, Chiron Review, Cardiff Review, Poem, Adirondack Review, Florida Review, Slant, Nebo, Arkansas Review, South Dakota Review, Roanoke Review, and many other journals in a dozen countries. He has authored three books of poetry: Buffalo Nickel, The Weight of the World, and The Story of My Lives.