The angels took a detour into the desert.
Lachrymose, they set about hedging their bets as they surveyed the expanse of sand before them.
God, that great task master, was beginning to infuriate them with his endless demands on their time.
They missed the bright neon and garish spectacle of city life.
One spoke aloud the others' thoughts:
“Immortality is wasted on the wise.”
Lachrymose, they set about hedging their bets as they surveyed the expanse of sand before them.
God, that great task master, was beginning to infuriate them with his endless demands on their time.
They missed the bright neon and garish spectacle of city life.
One spoke aloud the others' thoughts:
“Immortality is wasted on the wise.”
Kevin M. Hibshman has had poems published in many journals and magazines world wide.
In addition, he has edited his poetry zine, Fearless, since 1990 and is the author of sixteen chapbooks including Love Sex Death Dreams (Green Bean Press, 2000) and Incessant Shining (Alternating Current, 2011).
Really good poem!
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