Never has a day <br />been more perfect <br />for a funeral: <br />as fresh and clear <br />as the morning dew. <br /> <br /> <br />Yet at Berry Funeral Home, <br />four cadavers have resolved <br />to elude the final kiss of the the earth, <br />to rise beyond what the truly limited <br />term 'death'. <br /> <br /> <br />Their arms flapping in concert, <br />they're soon pirouetting about <br />the ceiling like eagles at play <br />on a mountaintop. <br /> <br /> <br />The mortician enters, and <br />stares in disbelief. His doubt <br />stuns their new winds, and <br />they slowly flutter downwards, <br />only to catch themselves, and <br />rise again. <br /> <br /> <br />They will fall and rise, rise <br />and fall, again and forever, <br />without ever touching the ground. <br /> <br /> <br />Is this not the definition <br />of heaven?<br /><br />David Kowalczyk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bittersweet-22/
