gnissorc eht tA

…ecnis reve degnahc sah gniht yrevE


I stopped you at the heavens’ crossing
I touched your wing’s shoulder
a feather fell on the street
with a soft noise
in melodic colors
next
a feather took to the deep
in the air
to the South Pole
God was having fun by spinning it
and tossing it in all directions
up and down thus became
indistinguishable


you turned the head across your wing’s shoulder
rear became front
front became rear
when lights changed to red
you started to move backwards
God, what an embouteillage...!
colliding one by one
the angels waiting in line…


…ecnis reve degnahc sah gniht yrevE


call the ambulance!
call the firefighters!
police
should come here!
to shift the up back to the North Pole
to grab God by the collar
and to hold Him responsible


how could He let me
touch your wing’s shoulder
at the heavens’ crossing
during the peak hour…?!


- And I, where was I? Was I in the ambulance?
- You’ve got no salvation, baby…