The heavens opened again
Rain washed over a monotone sky

spilled over roofs, rattled downspouts –
 a death knell chattered in another room

Heaven’s doors opened, and you can hear
a tone deaf angel playing an electric guitar 

I imagine there’s a disco ball spinning
Angels, in white polyester suits

They’re dancing to Staying Alive
 or Stairway to Heaven on the head of a pin.

The tune doesn’t matter
Rain and remorse sound the same