Thursday, October 20, 2016

Lucy Alexander # 50 Heaven (After S.H.)

Here, in heaven
we don’t bleed, or eat
or exactly live;
can’t make life from life
or books from words…
Greeted by the weight
in our heart's space
by the grains in our blood
(was the artery thick with
the fat things of 
what went before?)
we are sorted onto
coloured clouds.
Here, in heaven
instead of the blood visit
from that sacred place

we find the men
drip from their faces

red, but not hot…

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