I wonder if it was just like sleeping,
slowly closing those top-heavy

eyelids, walking towards a light,
and seeing Moses, Noah, Ruth, the whole

crew, name-tagged and sociable. Maybe
he got to grab a glass of punch, or some

caviar, not really knowing what it was.
And then, I imagine, he was divinely

approached by Job, turned around, and pushed
towards the dark, tripping on the door on the way out,

wondering if there had been some sort
of mistake, and this was the way down to Hell.