This is a response to Carolee’s prompt, Paradise, at Read Write Poem. It is very much a work still in progress.
I picture heaven like
the garden of Eden.
But what about the snake?
And will there be wasps,
boll weevils, tsetse fly, midges,
mosquitos and other sorts of pests?
Will there be black spot on roses,
caterpillars eating cabbages,
slugs and snails? Ugh!
Will large mammals (including us)
vultures and Venus fly traps
live and let live?
I picture heaven with heavenly music
but what sort of music will it be?
Will it be traditional or modern
classical or popular?
Will there be a full orchestra,
a small ensemble
or a rock group with drums?
Will there be soloists,
or a choir?
Will it be loud or soft?
Will there be arguments between
those who (mostly) died old
and want to do things
the way they’ve always been done
and those who (mostly) died young
and seek novelty?
Maybe I don’t want to go
to heaven after all.
I’ll join the queue to hell
on London’s orbital motorway.