The Crossroads of Sin & Salvation


by John Grey

I ain’t afraid of death.
You can bury my body at the crossroads.
Dyin’ though I ain’t too happy contemplatin’.
I’m dreadin’ there’ll be an evil spirit in me,
wailin’ and hollerin’
screeching like a battered woman
or them kids of mine
whose asses I beat red.
Worse n’ that,
dyin’ could be like that damn
horrible thirst that overtakes me
like hell-hounds
when the bottle runs dry.
Could be like that preacher on a Sunday
cussin’ me out
from his pulpit,
nailing me
bleedin’ and hurtin’
from every one of my sins.
Maybe it’s like sweatin’
in the fields
on the meanest, hottest day.
But I ain’t afraid of death
and what I got to answer for.
Up or down,
Jesus I’m ready.
St Peter,
I never did thieve
that moonshine outta my old man’s stash..
I did steal the sonofabitch
and I wish I had it now.


John Grey is an Australian born poet. Recently published in Paterson Literary Review, Southern California Review and Natural Bridge with work upcoming in New Plains Review, Leading Edge and Louisiana Literature.


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I am a dreamer, as well as a doer, who lives in the North Georgia mountains. I started my publishing journey August of 2013, have had moderate success, but my utmost passion is my "daytime" job, which is working with adults who are constantly striving to better their lives as they obtain the GED credential.

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