Let There Be Poets

And God said 'Let there be poets, and there came wild buzzards from North,
fowl toes clutching mats and megaphones,
philosophy of hawk, crow, zen,
heaving white bomblets as pigeons do in the park,
chanting 'hark! hark! The day was dark, now we are
the light of the world.'
Final reports claimed two by two,
in feathered 'V' formation.

And God said 'I will send my son'       
So he came the next day, was expeditiously slain and
Buzzards made kindling of that cross,
shook fists skyward and said,
'Go on, send another one. We'll have some fun.'

Then God said 'Let there be light'
and there came poets,
despite the fig, in spite of the flood,
and not so two-by-two.

Reviews

[Pyramidboyo]

Fantastic use of imagery, you transported me away while reading the poem. The first stanza especially has an apocalyptic flavour to it which really interests me. I love the idea that poets came forward in the light in the last stanza.
Good job

[Lumumba Adam Naro]

great staff.looking forward to more

[Phill Oz O'fee]

Looks like 'God' sent poets to both proclaim and be a pain! From psalms to sobs, poetry to bigotry and laughter to the hereafter!!!! :-)