If you wish it

by Christos Polydorou

An angel tweets
every time some jack ass
spits on the streets;

and heaven keeps track
every time some lesser man
whips nature’s back;

and hell will rain on him
who pollutes the world;
his soul shall be polluted

nothing (back) shall be held;
harmony shall prevail
the trees have agendas

the birds too
agendas belonging to universal designs
and destiny

and history repeating itself,
replenishing itself.
Let man laugh as he slams doors

spits on the street
and doesn’t recycle,
as his car becomes a unicycle,

sliding down a hill
into a
tornado.

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