God's garage is busy today
The mechanics in white are at their jobs:
repairing broken people
diagnosing design flaws
removing old parts
inserting new parts
The waiting room is crowded,
Families are huddled in tight circles.
They proclaim optimistic slogans
to banish the black bats of fear:
"Don't worry!"
"It will all be fine"
"It will be over soon"
Clouds of prayer pass overhead,
prayers to many different Gods
Which one will be most merciful?
At last the Chief Mechanic arrives
like a priest, adorned
with the Holy Ear on his chest
to proclaim the verdict:
Success!
or
Needs to be overhauled.
or
Warranty expired.
- Author: Berthold Lippel ( Offline)
- Published: February 22nd, 2016 19:25
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 64
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