Eilish Mulholland, Contributor.
“Jesus went up with the spacecraft”
At least that’s what the priest said.
A interorbit of some heaven
Should have been there,
For the crew sticking their noses
Out of a spacecraft to delight in his face.
The iconography should capture it,
Among the stars, among the blackness–
A throat pulsating in anticipation
Looking for a morning star, a bethlehem
For a half shut eye
That braces itself against a cold gloom.
Amongst the Galaxy their fingers clutch now
To linger in the first frost,
Looking for a convent of Moses
They should have met him in their ascension.
Your plaque of the First Lord
Kicks the ark off into a Canadarm
And makes St Peter laugh at the gates