Heaven

[heslopian]

I found it hard to ascertain the literal meaning of this poem at times, but I don't think that's necessarily a bad thing, as it still conveyed what it wanted to, I feel, and did so with ease and panache. I was reminded, as I read this, of how I felt at primary school during Friday assemblies, when we'd all stand up and sing "Streets of London," reading the words off a projection at the front of the hall, and because all the other kids were taller than me, I'd find myself having to jump and screech so I could see the lyrics and make my voice heard.
The ending was brilliant. Cold and sharp as a wet butcher's knife. And I also loved this line:

"as hands baptize
in hollow fragrance."