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.
Heaven Inc.
