She prayed but got the ansaphone, said ‘God’s not home, try later….’
Heard the tone, a trumpet call. Down came the walls and smashed her
Skull. The lady strolled to Heaven, but the golden gates were locked.
The drains were blocked, the fountains wrecked, a ragged queue stretched
Round the fence. And tents pitched, angels wearing leather — burning
Broken harps. The ghetto blasters blasting Rimsky-Korsakov, distorted.
Waltzing naked to the pool, and casting lines and shooting pool on
Plastic barges. Flashin g sign says ‘Make a fortune! Take your time!’ A
Wine was free, the bar was busy, ladies easy — gave receipts. And angel
Police would take a bribe, just quote the Bible, chapter, verse. And
Curse the devil, curse his wife — the mice are playing, the cat’s away!
Can let their hair down for a day — she prayed again and joined the
Party!
