The savage god beckons us

From his dark heaven

Where memories cannot follow.

Where the dead lose their power over us

To make us miss them.

In his fierce gaze all is forgiven.

Without a single Hail Mary or Our Father.

Without uncomfortable fasting or tedious penitence or embarrassing reflection.

A lifetime of regrets is compressed to a singularity

and disappears, as if into a black hole.

You have done things that can never be excused in this life.

(Everyone has.)

So don’t even ask.

There is no absolution

So absolute

As oblivion.