Knock, Knock, Knocking On Heavens Door Poem by Not Long Left

As the Braken cleared into our view we
followed footsteps from strangers
their journey cemented in the frozen mud.
We slowly made our way heavenwards
as our wind redened faces broke through
the clouds, Mother sensing that God was
near, raised her arms through the clouds
opened her mouth and expelled the primate
inside of her. An endless echo of pain
rebounded from an endless stretch of mountain.
Father with his army cap lowered watched
with despair and hope. Then all fell silent
and we the kids laughed through bitter lips.