Heaven, if seen from heaven would
Have fields strewn with gold
flowers would be glittering, damsel
dragonflies, stars, hour upon hour.
Where rivulets mingle into bays
angels would comb, golden manes
clothes unclad wash their men
and be forever eternally glad.
But this being earth, not heaven
wages of sin are multiplied by seven.
Heaven, if seen from heaven
would be little more than...?
An out sprawling maiden,
coupling on a meadow bed in Devon.
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