Two witnesses to revelation
Selling a particular god
Or some portion thereof
Stood atop a bleak and
Charmless bridge
Sighing as the passers by
Look away
Forward
To the mis-matched mashup
Of new buildings
High-rise adventure
Overlooking a purpose built ghetto
Rogues’ galleries
Attendant flags
- Where might this god be?
In reply you get nothing
Their father’s house is
It seems
Empty
Battered by the rational
And unnatural
Prince and princess in the Tower
Flooded out by
Lightning strikes
Spinning star
High rise jennys
Cogs within dark wheels
And sulphurous chains
Upon the battered workers
Gentle skin
- Where is this god?
- When shall he/she return?
Market stalls
Bloodied vendors
Branded java
Cold slabs of dead eyes
Fix their stare upon
Lava streams of human dreams
That falter at the finish line
As endless repetition kills
The shady long forgotten promise
Of dignity
And love