You have forty-nine days between
death and rebirth if you're a Buddhist1.
Even the smallest soul could swim
the English Channel in that time
or climb， like a ten-month-old child，
every step of the Washington Monument
to travel across， up， down， over or through
you won't know till you get there which to do.
He laid on me for a few seconds
said Roscoe Black， who lived to tell
about his skirmish with a grizzly2 bear
in Glacier3 Park. He laid on me not doing anything. I could feel his heart
beating against my heart.
Never mind lie and lay， the whole world
confuses them. For Roscoe Black you might say
all forty-nine days flew by.
I was raised on the Old Testament4.
In it God talks to Moses， Noah，
Samuel， and they answer.
People confer with angels. Certain
animals converse5 with humans.
It's a simple world， full of crossovers.
Heaven's an airy Somewhere， and God
has a nasty temper when provoked，
but if there's a Hell， little is made of it.
No longtailed Devil， no eternal fire，
and no choosing what to come back as.
When the grizzly bear appears， he lies/lays down
on atheist6 and zealot. In the pitch-dark
each of us waits for him in Glacier Park.a
