Suppose there are souls that really exist

in eternity on the other side

where 24/7 evangelists

promise death to those who bridge the void.

 

Suppose them sitting in homes and cities

in their virtual, spiritual forms.

Would their ghostly, gaseous entities

risk it all for a stirring of warmth?

 

Suppose that a soul accessed a peep-hole

and observed you disrobe and unfasten

black stockings and skirt, your red camisole,

ectoplasm would ache for orgasm.

 

Suppose he ignored the hell-fire advice

and after jumping a gigantic bound,

found flesh and voice and blessing his choice

he’d almost certainly utter that sound.