Three poets intercede 

William Blake &
Allen Ginsberg &
Adrian Mitchell
all refused to enter Heaven’s gates
until every single last name
was written down in the Book of Life

“All for one!”
exclaimed William
brandishing his Bow of burning gold

“And one for all!”
his brothers replied

“All or nothing!”
intoned Allen
brandishing his buddhist Cock

“Ameyn!”
his brothers declared

“Because an injury to one is an injury to all!”
chanted Adrian
brandishing his Heart upon his sleeve

“And another's delight is my delight too!”
his brothers they merrily sang

St Peter got on his radio and called for back-up

Azrael and Chamuel appeared
with twelve van-loads of well-togged riot-cherubims

William Blake &
Allen Ginsberg &
Adrian Mitchell
were hauled before Lucifer
who showed them the sulphur-belching canyons that house the vast hoards of hell

“I shall pay their ransom,”
spake William
“with the ink of my arteries.”

“And I shall pay their ransom,”
spake Allen
“with the ink of my veins.”

“And I shall pay their ransom,”
spake Adrian
“with the ink of my capillaries.
However
if it is within your
albeit fallen
angelic powers
would you be so fair as to release
the war-mongers
and the fascists
last?”

William Blake &
Allen Ginsberg &
Adrian Mitchell
were bundled up to Heaven and
paraded naked before the Lord upon His Throne

“Where’s your beautiful wife?”
asked William
“For were not both Man and Woman made in your Image?”

“And where’s your beautiful lover?”
asked Allen
“For surely a man must be able to receive
at least as well as he gives?”

“And where’s your beautiful dog?”
asked Adrian
“Because you’re looking rather glum.”

And the Lord of Lords
and Host of Hosts
He smiled

for the first time
in Ages