Zywa In heaven

World citizens run around
Busy parasites in the thin crust
of earth

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
wish them a pleasant journey

to heaven
and upon arrival the realization
that they already were there

Poem 1055
Amsterdam, 2017-02-21

Adieu = à Dieu (vos comant) = to God (I recommend you)
Collection: Metamorphic body 
Keyword: People: mankind 
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