There is a very long and angry old road
He is religious but his heart is so cold
His sins, many so he goes to the altar
with blood of humans with animal faces
His sacrifices, mostly are never whole
different shapes of maimed men on a scene
he lifts them up to his disgruntled gods that be
A traveler sits and dreams behind some wheel
‘I have eagle eyes, I drink little, never get tired’,
Suddenly, his engine takes its last breath
There and then he is awakened from the dream
He finds himself in a strange destination
With others still, wondering or wandering
fingers are then pointed but the altar, long served
There is another who sits beside the wheel
He has a quest to escape from his shadow
the whole world, awaiting his swift arrival
So, he steps into the pan with his eyes closed
‘the flame is cold’ He urges the offerer
Until finally he also arrives
wondering, wandering… strange destination
Man, in uniform inspects the sacrifice
He sees the holes in the offering pan
He beholds the dream in the traveller’s eyes,
hears insulting whispers from impatience lambs
shortly, he is offered a coin to swallow
Then the hell gate gleefully swings wide open
I write…. even as I journey… wondering….
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