defecated legacy

The moisture of rot expanding. It smacks of pride: a defecated legacy.

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?'

image:Auguste Rodin - The Gates of Hell