Now the better future has its say.
Now the lovers open their mouths
of once-only flesh saying: Take this
longing in fair exchange for yours.
Cal, eager to earn his way, shamed
for having an old whore for a mother
then not so much disgraced as reborn
into a world where fortunes rise and
fall with the market value of beans.
The message: God would have to be
a dumbass of some cosmic magnitude
to favor dweeb-son Aron over this guy,
Cal, maybe not the Good Son but a hunk
of scorching lust to succeed, nonetheless.
That the object of Cal’s affection is his
brother Aron’s girl is her call, after all.
Free will means everything is up for grabs.
And maybe he’s dumbstruck by the offer.
But the kiss is in case there’s no heaven,
no God, this appalling existence a single
CinemaScope Paradise Lost upon which
to bestow any sort of hope of redemption.
What’s a boy to do but smooch the girl
and outshine Adam for good measure.