I Heard About the End of the World
in My Sunday School Class
Jason Fraley

Later, we meet at an arcade filled with retro games.
I have two tokens left—should I cover my eyes in preparation?
I am convinced that I can navigate Mario through this castle
if given another chance. But the same scenario unfolds:
an ill-timed jump, body blinking invisible, and a quick descent
into the lava pit. This is similar to the judgment
John foresaw on Patmos. If hell is inevitable,
I would much rather be sent there by rotating balls
of flame than face God with hands
that could not grasp vines rising into the clouds.