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…