Wanting Sumptuous Heavens Comments

'But the heron standing on one leg in the bog Drinks his dark rum all day, and is content' - Loved these concluding lines of the poem.

No one grumbles among the oyster clans, And lobsters play their bone guitars all summer. Only we, with our opposable thumbs, want Heaven to be, and God to come, again. a very good poem. tony

right.. but maybe this is inescapable when an animal (as we, human beings, are) get the gift of 'dreaming a different universe'.. ;)