When the doors of heaven shut
It is not the angels that shut them
Nor do the arch angels wind those chain
Peter looks out on an empty queue
Returns to the ticket box to look after a box of wings
And the wind blows
The pearly gates creek
And that is the end of all things
When the doors of heaven shut
They do so quietly
No one on earth would ever hear
The sharks swim safely
The forests grow gracious green
And cottages slide softly into the sea
For the wind knows
The pearly gates rust, antiques
And that is the end of all things
When the doors of heaven shut
Some angels will wonder why
Who let the wind blow that night?
Was there not a child yet unborn
Who might appear to Peter’s horn
Be be-winged and entered joyously
Cacophonously entering into that joyful city?
The city that now sits silently
Where there’s naught but humming
Of the wind flowing
Through pearly gates iron, sleek
And that is the end of all things
When the doors of heaven shut
If you follow that damning wind
You will find its sources among sin
Among farmers cutting tall stalks down
Among lightning striking high spires
Among ivies falling famous walls
Among baboons babbling beta whispers
Whispers carried a loft
For the window will impose
On those pearly gates, weak
And that is the end of all things
