In the artist’s catering I say,
“Have you got porridge?”
The young bloke behind the sausage & beans wears a badge called
‘Savage’. He says,
“We do. And Honey. And if you wanna come back you can have Bacon.”
“Is this Heaven?”
“No, it’s Ireland”
“S’funny, I coulda swore it was Heaven” As I walk into the corn,
taking my first hit on the morning tea I’m welling up.
In Heaven they got everything!