In heaven

World citizens run around
the earth: busy parasites
little animals in her thin crust

kept at work by her
and digested in her. She sweats decay
from her pores, a delicious smell

healthy to live in, but intoxicating:
some think they are astronauts
on spaceship Earth

They race nearly 800,000 kilometers
per hour along with the sun, spinning
a pirouette at 1,670 kilometers

per hour. Say them goodbye
adieu, whatever that means
by human standards
     the nicest possible?

Wish them a pleasant journey
to heaven, and upon arrival
the realization that they already were there

In de hemel  Im Himmel