When the Doors of Heaven Shut

 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