Heaven must be demolished Poem by Risto Oikarinen

Heaven must be demolished, pushed through the gates with a tractor, shadeless birds must be trapped in nets, the tree of life chopped into splinters, martyrs enjoying the tree's fruit and those redeemed for mere mercy, they must be hanged on the boughs first, children be torn from the land of heaven, kingdom's owners, shadeless daisies, must be sold to a vase on grandmother's table, the ever-lovable, only thinking of your own good grandmother must be locked off into the odour of fresh bun. Heavenly grandmother's cottage, no attic, cellar, shadow of death, must be burnt down.