before a tired
full of light
“Welcome, welcome Mr. Poet,” said the Voice.
The Poet look at the clerk, who did not
“Mr. Poet, always knew you’d end up here. You are here to be evaluated and judged.
Oh, by the way, you are slightly dead.”
“Oh, OK” Said the poet.
“You’re not shocked? That’s right, you have been here before haven’t you….”
“Don’t rightly remember Sir.”
The clerk, shuffling through a stack of papers….
“Hmm, your poetry is, so so. Not a great poet.
You seem to be preoccupied with….”
“….with the empowerment of humankind?”
“Well, what’s your mission: to write poetry or empower humanity?”
“Well you qualify for reassignment, pick one.”
With that, the clerk looked up, taking notice of the man standing
before him. The Voice, full of power and light boomed thunder and lightning.
“CLEARLY, YOU HAVE FAILED AT BOTH!! YOU QUALIFY FOR REASSIGNMENT….”
With fear, and a clearing of his throat, said the Poet, “no Sir.”
“I do not strive for wealth or fame, and write for the love of writing. And I can not do nothing to help my fellows.”
And with that, the Poet stood silent, looking straight ahead.
The clerk, head in his hands said,”Idiot”, who promptly filed the papers in an old battered cabinet.
The Voice sighed, “WELL BACK YOU GO THEN. BUT BEWARE THE MERCHANT….”, and the poet disappeared.
And as one, The Voice and clerk said, “good luck….”
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