Waiting For A God To Come Along - Poem by Sheena Blackhall
In the land of cacti and crosses
A small white donkey wearing a red saddle
Is waiting for a god to come along.
Meanwhile, a cricket is cricketing.
Local idols are taking to the skies
Crowned by wedding cakes
Ablaze with clouds and candles
Dressed in ivory cassocks,
Capricious as Queen Victoria’s crinolines.
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