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Judgement Day
by
Rusty Broadspear
His hand dwarfed the spyglass.
Eyes of wisdom, watery, ancient.
The spyglass engulfed the city.
He leaned close
And He watched events.
And they were not aware,
They scuttled
And played out their lives.
And they went about
Jobs and jobbing,
Dealing and stealing,
School and schooling,
Mugging and raping,
Shooting,
Towers fell…..
While making babies.
While falling in love.
Preparing a meal,
Sharing a meal,
Laughing, sobbing,
Seriously writing,
Screaming in terror,
Partying,
Praying.
So many events.
A bright morning.
Only one man, selling newspapers
In front of a deli,
On the corner of a crowded street,
Knew of the spyglass.
A young man whose heart was breaking.
Who’d asked His Father
To see for himself.
And to sit in judgement.
The young man looks up
At the overly bright Sun
And a tear falls.
And the old man looks down
With equal sadness.
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