A Hovercraft To Heaven Poem by John Sensele

Vultures devour the cadaver
Left in limbo when I'm gone
To meet God for a palaver
In Heaven at dawn.

God tells me my time ain't done
Mission yet to run its course
So long sins and pins impose no ban
To appreciate God's rarest resource.

Ask God why vultures wish me ill
For reasons I can't comprehend
Although I ferry their folly to the hill
Where pride and prejudice they fail to defend.

Reluctantly I fly back to Earth
To look vultures in the eye
Challenge them to prove their birth
Neither makes me cry nor makes me sigh.

I wish vulnerable vultures
The best of luck
When they embrace creepy cultures
Which earn them no blue buck.