Lonely children grow and shed their fears <br />So I knew I would, one of these years <br />Some unholy sights I've presided over <br />All of them, obscured by the camera <br /> <br />Solitude is a reason to record <br />The freefall through conquests scored <br />A tally of defects buried in this man <br />All torn apart as only I can <br /> <br />There can be no heaven waiting for me <br />For I cannot sever <br />From the things I've seen... <br /> <br />The darkness melts with new born wisdom <br />Every ending inspiring me to list them <br />Under silver stars I'm painted white <br />But always uneasy in whatever light <br /> <br />Every scrap of paper, every ticket stub <br />Becomes a headstone, intoning the love <br />Or deep reverence for each minute passed <br />They gather like water and flow at last <br /> <br />Then when they meet on some white page <br />So dutifully I apply my trade <br />And cannot help but tiptoe round them <br />And again they're obscured by the camera <br /> <br />There can be no heaven waiting for me <br />For I am teathered <br />To the people I've been... <br /> <br />I take such pleasure, in selling myself short <br />Even in charity, I still plan to abort <br />Pretty poems distracting from the deeds <br />Tenacious nettles spring from grim seeds <br /> <br />If morals still hold some currency here <br />Then I must be a bankrupt sinner <br />If English law is still enforced <br />Then I'll find a prison and just get in there <br /> <br />No; there is no heaven <br />Waiting <br />For me... <br /> <br />(2007)<br /><br />B.. Alexander<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/there-is-no-heaven/
