A Knock On The Door

They ask me if I've ever thought about the end of

the world, and I say, "Come in, come in, let me

give you some lunch, for God's sake." After a few

bites it's the afterlife they want to talk about.

"Ouch," I say, "did you see that grape leaf

skeletonizer?" Then they're talking about

redemption and the chosen few sitting right by

His side. "Doing what?" I ask. "Just sitting?" I

am surrounded by burned up zombies. "Let's

have some lemon chiffon pie I bought yesterday

at the 3 Dog Bakery." But they want to talk about

my soul. I'm getting drowsy and see butterflies

everywhere. "Would you gentlemen like to take a

nap, I know I would." They stand and back away

from me, out the door, walking toward my

neighbors, a black cloud over their heads and

they see nothing without end.