similar but different, subtly

Wanting Sumptuous Heavens
by Robert Bly, November 5, 2007 (New Yorker)

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.
There is no end to our grumbling; we want
Comfortable earth and sumptuous Heaven.
But the heron standing on one leg in the bog
Drinks his dark rum all day, and is content.

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Coconut
By Sky Yang, October 2007 (AIV CrossCulture)

Come under me and delight in my shades,
Then like the setting sun of purple and pink,
Let the burns of your worries slowly fade.
Indulge in my flesh, it'll slide down your throat,
With sugary dew that's naturally white
Let my milk wrap you up in heaven's coat.
Your legs are weary from the winter sting -
So rest on my net in the breezy blue,
While my trunks hold the world still as you swing, swing, swing.

Forget those years that you once painfully cried
And surrender to my green lullaby,
That have adorned your houses that I've tied.
Layers of shell and I've got plenty of husk
Made to shield you as it suddenly pours.
Falling to the ground for being close to you I must,
Yet still you're not convinced that I've always been yours.


"somehow, sky delightfully compares God to a coconut."