That huge segment of the dead
Assigned to the wind and sea
Slaving in their cloud factories
Reconfiguring their debts
And those on the welcoming committees
For the new arrivals on the moon
Or in the crowded emergency rooms
How many can they save
From a second death
And those still homeless in heaven
Assembled in choiring ranks
Isn't this heaven on earth yet
If he alone is here
Living in light and air
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