Sometimes you die, I mean everybody by you, in regular school you is you or you are you and sometimes both at once if there's more than one of you and I asked my Sunday School teacher if Heaven's so full of dead souls it's standing-room-only like at an Aerosmith concert but she frowned and said nix, there's no comparison between Steve What's-His-Name and Jesus Christ so I said Yes ma'am but that's not what I mean, then she smiled and said There's plenty of space for everyone in Heaven, Gale --the problem is that so many go to the Bad Place instead, where all rock 'n' roll bands go, especially the Christian ones.
Gale Acuff has had poetry published in Ascent, Reed, Journal of Black Mountain College Studies, The Fon,t Chiron Review, Poem, Adirondack Review, Florida Review, Slant, Arkansas Review, South Dakota Review, Roanoke Review and many other journals in over a dozen countries. He has authored three books of poetry: Buffalo Nickel, The Weight of the World, and The Story of My Lives, and taught university English courses in the US, China, and Palestine.