Postcard From Heaven Poem by Kevin Eaglesfield

Fate stuck her little fingers in
And gave my chest a tweak,
Just nipped the feeble blood vessels
And stopped the heart, so weak.
Then after all the floaty stuff
And fog and blinding lights,
I found myself upon some stairs
Whose end was lost from sight.
So gamely I began along
The golden climb ahead,
Now thankful that I couldn't have
Angina, being dead.
Then after maybe half an hour
Of plodding, two appeared,
One's hand clenched the other's scruff
As downward he was steered.
He babbled strangely, hissing as
He fought to no avail,
And as they hurried past I saw
His horns and little tail.
So on I went for what seemed days,
Until I reached a gate,
Set among thick barbed wire coils
Where sentries lay in wait.
Between them sat a girl in white,
Hand held out snapping, 'Pass! ',
And flustered I began to pat
My pockets for the lass.
Inside my coat I found a chit
That wasn't there before;
'One permit, life to afterlife',
'Just single trip, no more'.
She took the slip and scrutinised,
As all officials do,
Then smiled and rang a silver bell,
Said, 'Ok, go on through'.
The gate swung open at my touch,
A man was there to greet,
With wings and halo, pinstriped smock,
Said, 'Follow me, I'm Pete'.
And that's all I'm allowed to tell,
My dears, until your time.
Except the food here's to die for,
And the weather's always fine,
And all the family say hello,
Accomodations nice.
I'll close now, audience with The Boss,
He needs some more advice.