The Killer Is Poem by Jim Boone

When ‘the roll is called up yonder'
We're going to be shocked to see
Who is right there with us
Answering the call and testifying
As to what a life each of us had
And weeping after being reunited
With spirit and spirit-knowledge.

At the ‘heavenly' debriefing, there
Will be two groups: ‘If Only' and
‘Oh Year', with a lot of hugs and
Tears in the IO group and more
Hugs and cheers among the OY's.

The Masters will integrate both
Groups after all the words weave
A tapestry of colors that create a
Balm between human-no-more and
Spirit-guide, karma-yet-to-erase and
Guardian-angel-in-the-Master's-svc
Volunteers because the last round
Has set us free... The killer is

Down here, in a time-warp of
Mr./Ms. Bones hell, we don't
Know shit, and those who do have
‘A village' riding our backs, every
Moment of every day. So, is the
Killer the devil, a bad dude named
Fate or Brad Pitt coming to make
Our last breath meaningful; a Joe
Black day, if you will? Om, om

2012