Waiting for a god to Come Along

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.

poem by Sheena BlackhallReport problemRelated quotes
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