Chasing the carrion, we watched the silver bird explode. We tiptoed Through the barrier of smoke and took a hand, but found it unconnected. We Were dining on the wreckage - white napkins round our necks, we took our Plastic spoons and ate. We ate until we couldn't move, 'til sunset turned The desert red and startled souls ascended to Oblivion. A fat man with a guilty face held back and tried to hide his case as Angels chanted, "You can't take it with you..." So we're told, Heaven's Paved with gold-but it HAS to come from somewhere?! Paradise. It has it's price. We're forced to crawl through needle's Eyes. Our price. Our choice. We rarely make the right one.