The oceans and mountains
Already being there
Go to heaven when they die
But the two-leggeds
Have invented another way out
Of this world
To bring heaven down
To human size
And to incorporate the light
Of sun and stars
Into the darkness of forgetting
Where they come from
Like some poor girl who goes out for bread
And winds up getting married
And moving to a foreign country
Where she’s happy at times
But wakes up every morning in tears
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