Believers Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

The Believers
I big bird appeared in the sky it was hungry and ate the day,
all around us a mist that swirled around moist and cold.
We feared the worst and asked how can we live when there is
no day nor a night?
Overwhelming silence, we had no screen to look at no one told
us what to do and when, now the churches were full of people
seeking freedom from thoughts.
Bishops and priests grew hopeful, dressed in finery, this was the time
of the clerics, masters now they made many morally intolerant rules
that were hard to follow. Till the day the bird suddenly disappeared.
Vicars are the butt of jokes; yet within us we know the day eating bird may
exist, just bidding its time casting its spell exposing our deadly fears.