It's Still Life

The Final Twist

Life’s puzzles were easy to solve
when saints stared down at you
from cathedral overhangs, and

gargoyles sang to spring rain.
They hung from iron tongues
and spilled warnings on us.

We knew the rules of heaven
and hell, and hoped gargoyles
didn’t put bats in our belfry.

Then someone invented plastic,
and the world twisted. Plastic’s
written its opinion on everything,

and if I could, I’d realign things.
Like mislaid parts of speech.
Oh to monastic chanting.

Image AI digital art: Midjourney ©Misky 2022. Shared with #amwriting on Twitter