Saw Yama in a dream last night.
Believe me you want nothing to do with him.
Demons look like kitty cats compared to Yama
And horrors those fangs scarier than Dracula’s
He was standing on a garland of burning flames
He had a glowing danda in his right hand
I wondered if he planned on beating me
For some infractions I’d long forgotten about
Some uncooked seeds in my crores of karma
I saw the rope noose dangling in his left hand
I feared that the most for I knew he used it
To seize souls who were going to die and
I imagined he’d drag me to some Hindu hell
To my surprise, he frowned and apologized
He said sorry I forgot you’re no longer a Hindu
I got your present and past lives mixed up
I thanked the Christian God thinking maybe
He interceded and set that terrifying deity straight
Bob Boyd