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The saints

May 4, 2010

The saints are returned to walk amongst us
unrecognised at first
Some say they are genetic experiments
Some say they are the devil’s seed
Some just stand and stare
silenced by their silence

We humans are drowning in our own detritus
roiling filth and chaos is up to our necks
Is it any wonder then
that blessedness should fall elsewhere?

The holy dogs walk amongst us
and calm spreads like ripples
through water

They make no sound
They appear where they will
Cameras and phones fall unheeded from hands of onlookers
You will not see them on any screens
They regard us
and walk on

Some say they should be shot
Some say they can cure ills
Some who have seen them say little
but their faces shine
and tears pour like wine

The saints walk on
paws padding softly
heavy heads held high
tails slowly waving
They walk on


From → Poem

One Comment
  1. Such an intriguing poem and point of view about saints…thanks for sharing it.

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