All Buildings Go to Heaven, All Roads Go To Hell

Main Street is breaking open and 

eating my friend’s favorite restaurants

as we drive down its empty bite. 

The road was empty, bare as bone

the day it broke in half,

and as it’s mouth was forming

it took the tourist traps. 

The gaping hole has crafted teeth 

out of the Pizza Hut sign,

the Bagel Shop roof,

the gas station we too often cut through.

Do you think all buildings go to heaven, too?

I'd like to imagine they do,

that Saint Peter,

(Health Inspector of The Heavenly Gates)

reopens the shop doors 

as he let’s them through his own,

and all the souls will eat our favorite food. 

The open maw, the pit, the road

will eat itself to Hell.

And when it meets Ol’ Lucy there,

We'll be standing with him as well.

“Why?” the road asks,

“Why am I damned

for taking a single bite?”

I say, “Cause you break and eat my favorite places,

and still the hotel is empty every night.”