Having no where to sleep two men
Spend the night walking the streets
Furiously discussing politics
And literature and unnatural parents
They don't notice crossing into
What used to be Heaven. Angels
With heavy lanterns follow them;
(It's a rough neighborhood these days.)
God, unable to remember when last He slept,
Drifts in their wake, nodding occasionally,
Longing to join the conversation.
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