Those Atheists

narrated as if by the devil

Bearing disbelievers in my final blow
-those who hold my hand walking and don't know,
each one a gesture as ripe as the finger!
In the breath of a blink multitudes
pass through me into their inky pages,
if brightness does not break on their greasy heads...
See, when they wave for fate to follow,
I, a passerby, stroll their way,
and we are stepping backward into the black.
They hold themselves out in vanity
as if divine by their godless state of being,
and they are in me as they're looking down
their own throats for the calm sanity only
those cocky enough to chew
have swallowed; gesturing at empty lights
and shadows, "There is nothing out there!"
and yet, I am smiling with them.

Author's Note

Happy All Hallows E'en everybody!

Reviews

[Alicia Hirshey]

I really enjoyed this poem.

[dreaming dame]

Thought provoking. Strange. NIce!:) AS ALWAYS

[Coyote Poetry]

I wonder what the Devil is thinking sometimes. I did like your description. I believe he is smiling and waiting for the people heading his direction one day. No weakness in the amazing poem. Happy Halloween.
Coyote