Wednesday in Heaven

The sharpness of the coelocanth,
The murmurings of the hazy days,
Bring me at last to the lorn view
Of broken valves in radiant days.

I came and went by blessed roads
By lowering branches bravely groomed.
No-one I knew was there to point
Their fingers at the lost entombed.

I took a ship into the night
Of toilsome woes and piquant joys.
Wednesday in Heaven is all I know
Where children falter with gilded toys.

Let go, let go and let me roam
The deserts where no camels dwell.
Is this the site where builders toil
To build new palaces in hell?

Or do the wolves who plod the dawn
Come down the river to the mouth
Of fishes who engulph whole towns
Of earnest partners in the south?