Angels and demons;
They stand interlocked in
Escherian chessboards, distorted, no one giving way.
Trapped in that balance
They lie flat and lifeless
Until some divine power breaks it up, changes the rules, holds some sway.
Such powerful opposing forces!
I'm no exorcist, can't constrict them.
But stuck in their opposing courses.
There's something to say for the fact that they're not humans and so you can predict them.
And were there many gods, perhaps they'd clamor
For shares of our devotion, with their glamor
Competing, at their altars brash and golden,
For our attention, like they were beholden
To us and not the other way around.
Our prayers would blur with their imploring sound.
Instead, alone I give my thanks I'm just
Watching this, not umpiring it. I trust
Whoever they've rustled up will ensure
The rules are upheld, the arena's pure
Of all distractions. Outside, flashing, gaudy
Lights try to slow minds, light up limb and body.
Even I think it can get pretty crass
Although were I there, I'd shuffle by, pass
With my head down. Instead the lights still blink
Upon the screen. They say the world will shrink:
Perhaps it's growing smaller every day
But still, the city looks so far away.
