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.
So don’t even ask.
There is no absolution