Will We Eat In Heaven?

"Will we eat in Heaven" I thought
as I headed east into a sunrise.
The sky wasn't blue yet, but a pale purple
and the sun hung there
like a florescent peach.
It vaguely reminded me of a
Sutherland Brothers album cover.
Did I mention my great grandmother's
maiden name was Sutherland?
"We will eat in Heaven" I mused.
We'll eat fruit I suspect.
Fresh right off the tree.
And at night there will be ice cream
and it will cause us to lose weight.
We will eat in Heaven
because there will be joy;
and it will be social -
and as far as the eye can see
no spinach anywhere,
and broccoli will taste like chocolate chip cookies
fresh out of the oven.
We will eat in Heaven
and as we eat peaches they'll burst in our mouths
and the juice will run down our arms
and drip off our elbows,
and then will instantly dry and not be sticky.
We will eat in Heaven.
But never salad.
Not ever salad.
Not ever again.





©Lyle Fales 2009