you can wear wool if you want to.
When you stroll inside these pearly gates
on our golden streets to choir Wednesdays at seven
(we need more baritones) or watch
the guard change smartly at noon
in the smoky throne room of the Ever-New,
no one will point out the ragged holes
that once upon a time, when time
made creatures hungry, indicated
surreptitious suppers in your sweater drawer.
Here, no moths destroy.
We have them otherwise attracted
in so much light.