we have gone through the trash countless times
sometimes the lost is found
often the lost is somewhere else

sometimes we pray
but God, you know, is busy with big things
souls, for instance
how many souls fit into
a shoe box
a bread box
out of the box?
the new Jerusalem is
well,
really big

how big is a soul?
ask a child and it is this big
stretching out hands wide
ask a man and he mumbles
something or other
ask a woman
no, don’t ask
you will receive an epistle
maybe right
maybe wrong
but it will be all encompassing

well
from a man’s point of view
he already is thinking of something else
probably her cleavage
her posterior
naked
of course
and sex
of course
ah
what was lost now?