Psalm for the Rapture

Farther away
much farther

high as a predator drone
above the caution tape
distant as a satellite from
the chalk outline on the street

safe from the suck of the swamp
its cottonmouths & mosquitoes

free from the burden
of earth & the deadly
irredeemable stones

beyond the sting of conscience
& the discomfort of moral ambiguity

rapture me
in the always-now of amnesia
in the never-enough of consumption
rupture me