Ruth Walters (London, U.K.)

Since I died it's been fun
sitting on a moonbeam
watching the old earth spin,
feeling like a new pin,
dangling my legs down
listening to strange sounds
angels in the red lounge
whispering their swan songs
wanting me to hum too
learning all the same tunes
plucking at the harp strings
flying on my new wings
way up in the big sky
maybe I'll go higher,
frolic with the seraphim's
looking down on earthlings
never feeling hungry,
never feeling lonely
good and warm and cosy
but oh, so dead.