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Heaven
by J.W. Heacock
Devil's teeth,
angels weep;
you have to like
the afterlife.
Free will's a joke,
there is no hope.
Predestination? Nope.
Mere holy masturbation.
But if I play my cards just right
and hedge my bet with Pascal's wager,
I'll reunite with the ones I love
even if I didn't love my neighbor.
J.W. Heacock just completed his Masters in English at Belmont University with a thesis entitled “Life, Death, and Other Quantum Entanglements.” A combat veteran with two tours in Iraq, he recently ended a twenty-year legal career to focus on writing. He received the Belmont English Department Graduate Writing Award for 2014-15, was a finalist for the Iowa Review 2016 Jeff Sharlet Memorial Award for his story “December Sand,” and has been a finalist for the Big Bend National Park Artist-in-Residence in 2016 and the Gettysburg National Military Park Artist-in-Residence for 2017 and 2018.
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