Flypaper from Heaven
Lisa A. Flowers

This is how
the souls of the unspeakable
are intercepted,
& kept from reincarnation

this or a roach motel
luring the dead
into a little box where a light
turned to resemble that of Christ

There are roach motels set out around almost every portal to heaven.

Watch for them
but do not beware, my love

For when the sweet die

Its adhesive turns to honey on their feet.