Thursday, November 14, 2013

Supplicant


He sat cross legged
Incongruous supplicant
On cold concrete
Beside the tracks

He bowed before
The omnipresent phone
Iphone 5, even God now
Has to upgrade Himself
To keep on track

Waif like, pale
Against grey concrete
Ears more punctured
Than pierced
Confused initiation
To tribal fear

Fear
As cold as the concrete
He sat on
Fear he might not
Exist

The phone god
Assured him
He was real
For he had the stream
On his screen

Ignoring those around him
Who could provide
More human reassurance
He chose instead
To bow before his screen

I left him
Sitting on cold concrete
Pale waif
Cross legged, a

Modern day supplicant

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