Fond Heaven

wherefore lies heaven

not hymn
nor hurrah

ne’er up on high
nigh
nor an auric kasbah

no solace for souls
in a sold sanctuary

whilst ciliced dregs writhe
arbitrary redux

nix gates of impearl
by priestly permittance

and witless damnation
maimed morals of beasts

a world without savior

sans serif
sans self

awash with a wastrel-worn
wistful distress

where wishes and prayer
prey deaf ears
with deft fates

as the fortune of fools
finds no promised land yet

for their haven
lives fear

and fond heaven
knows death