dim as moonbeams

the poets quit their day jobs
to try their hands at being prophets
and foretold of mass destruction
on the city’s overpasses

the prophets were more than happy
for any brief reprieve
and left the ominous foretelling
to the priests, poets and thieves

but busy thieves cannot be bothered
as they stare into the sun
contemplating the intangibles
of salvation, faith and love

and the priests were far too saintly
to care at all what was foretold
or to wonder at what was written
in anything as thick as blood

so only poets decorated
ever inner city building
and every park producing statues
with their rhyme scheming graffiti

the poets quit their day jobs
but here is what they learned
prophesying has no health plan
soon they all returned to work