Trickle-down Theory

Perhaps Earth is the septic tank

of the gods: their joy and pleasure,

having been digested, settles here;

their excrement, our treasure.

How else can we explain the way

most joy is tinged with pain?

Why deadly rays should come with sun,

or storm should come with rain?

Ah, but beloved, when I sit

beside you, soul to soul,

we rip a rent in heaven, and bliss

pours through the gaping hole.