Heaven Inc.

Receipts like impaled palms scream Now,
Chubby volunteers fuss, fetch,
on ghostly white rows pairs and pairs
of fitted to the bone careers
sun dry from rinse in grace.

A whirlpool’s wailing means It’s done,
Dissonant orchestras wait, weep,
on pale boney rows of one by one
androgynous split open backs
get back their bleached belief.