Gaping wound in the sky
As the angels cried
and God apologised
for his lousy performance
the city drowned
over floating cesspools
drains and sewers
the street floating
a sea of dirt and filth

Seeking refuge in a bar
Idle, empty, drunk talk of politics
People listening to and arguing
over shared opinions
“...God is dead”
someone stated loudly
“People
killing
stealing,
cheating
and lying
- shouldn’t.”
I smiled and said nothing.
Ive learned my lesson

It’s OK
I don’t mind.
…

Carsten Thomsen

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-the-angels-cried/