Beneath
the forum of the throne,
the
throng of pillars with
their
concrete smiles
and
postures.
Petrified
people
lending
static
and
statue-like
support to a
regime
that has
so
grossly outlived
its life expectancy?
Over
here, the
refuse bags
are piling up,
like uncollected thoughts
and scattered hopes on a heap of
refusals.
Angels,
the doormen of the hereafter
join the strike and shut down the
reception of heaven.
Dead, and more dead, in an
overcrowded limbo wait for God
who is 'unable to receive and respond
to any calls at present. Sorry?'
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