Tuesday, 4 June 2013

Man and God

An ode to the famous clock, well it isn't currently there, in John Frost Square, Newport.

                                                          Man and God
Bluebells chime,
Echoing the clock.
As people flutter past
In the distance
There is nothing,
But a shadow
Calling out for human interaction.
It roams like a puma,
Hunting for edible victims,
Only not so brutally brash.
Admiration is all it wants,
All it needs
To keep functioning.
A middle aged man in strawberry green,
Clutching handfuls of silken white balloons,
Waits, cross legged,
Sitting, waiting before it.
As if it was his God.

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