It’s not here that heaven

Posted on Jul 8, 2016 in Poetry

It’s not here that heaven
will be found,
as much as we look for it.
The animal hides in the room,
in our genes,
staining hopes
that we continually aspire to.
As for me, I’m comforted
in the thought of illusion;
The reaper isn’t
a figure to be feared.
He’s a guy in
a Halloween suit,
sent to shake you awake
from a long night of wrestling sleep;
Wrestling with oneself, as it were.
And on waking,
there, standing, smiling,
will be loved ones,
the moral of this world in hand;
Memories fast kept in their hearts;
Comforting words
on their lips;
And the missing animal,
the elephant in the room.