Who is God?
Asks the dead ghost
Beheaded
In mystic guise
Darkly
As if to brave
The howling wind
The macabre shadow
Walks past the archangel
Unknowingly
In sombre disguise.

The shadow asks
The bemused archangel
Where is to find the Almighty
In sight of God?
The dead old shadow
Of the ghost
Resurrected never
To be wise more
Eyelids hoisted high
In Nirvana mudra
Unknowingly
Up upon
The left and right
Of the seventh heaven.

The bemused God
High and dry
Leaves his home and hearth
Praying to the unknown
Unknowingly
To save his face
From the hiding archangel.

Categories: Poetry [t]

Um, not to criticize your poem, but aren't all ghosts kind of dead?
» randomjunk on 2008-07-18 07:46:02

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