road to the pit

three seconds to ice skate ‘round heaven

the cactus lit its pillow
on fire
danced frantically
sobbed joyfully
twirled relentlessly
down the mire

the suds of debris cooked
their midnight dish
sprinkle of fate
sacrifice out the crate
the fan whirled below
as they made their last wish

the bluebird grazed
on the starry galaxy
pecked the sun ablaze
wishful thinking stacked hay
it gleamed above
the one disappearance it can see

it only takes three seconds
to ice skate ‘round heaven

one
they hear the clock tick
two
tock till they hit
three
the road to the pit
they knew this was it

greeted with light
golden tall gates

hugged with yellow warmth
ended
their fates