After Heaven – a poem by David Chorlton

After Heaven

Bees fly out of the sun.
An evangelist has died.
The signposts to salvation have been covered
in mourning black
and every sinner now
must find the way alone.
…………………………………..Here come
sparrows to the grass and finches
to the ocotillo. There’s a religion
reserved for the time
no birds arrive and we’re left
to ask where Heaven disappeared,
…………………………………………………but look:
clouds at the end of the street
promise rain after nightfall
when the sky belongs to the owl.

David Chorlton is a transplanted European, who has lived in Phoenix since 1978. His poems have appeared in many publications online and in print, and reflect his affection for the natural world. His newest book publication is Shatter the Bell in my Ear, his translations of poems by Austrian poet Christine Lavant.

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