THE ANNALS OF HEAVEN

There! The veil opens and there is Heaven!

 And looking around there is my Beloved

Doing the wash,

Which makes me laugh because

Regarding

Domesticity, on Earth he was lost.

Shall he hang his shirts,

Five wet shirts,

On a nearby star?

A leap into space and the job is done!

Five white shirts hanging on

A five-pointed star.

Ah, my Love I miss you!

Here the streets are paved not in gold

But in sorrow,

Slick

With tears for those we've lost.