Afterlife

In one afterlife I was a joke with no punchline.

In another afterlife I was your punching bag.

In one I was Van Gogh’s Starry Night.

In another I was the soul of Galileo welcomed back into the grace of God.

In one afterlife I was the last train to Clarksville.

In another afterlife I was a peace train that moonlighted as a midnight train to Georgia.

In one I kept confusing omen with amen.

In another I was an air guitar tuner.

In one afterlife I was an angel with an axe to grind.

In another I was a phone that always rang at 3 a.m.

In one afterlife I was a law that never got broken.

In another I was a graveyard where everyone came back to life.

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