Your Heaven In This Case. Poem by Kyle Shield Laster

Plant that grows upon the sill-
Stretching from your vase;
Reach thee to the ceiling fan:
Your Heaven in this case.

Curtains hang you proud and long:
Just blocking out some light.
Shield my House from wretchedness:
No need these eyes take sight.

Bricks that keep this house from shaking-
Forever may you last;
Until these bones are sore and quaking;
Until, in ground, they're cast.

Groan you not my cracking heart:
I know this house you fettered;
Aching, breaking: stout in Death.
This Home you've always bettered.