Heaven & Hell
Poem By nimal dunuhinga
The clock on the turret countryside
pale blue hands will never move.
short one indicates the hell
and long one indicates the heaven.
nobody wants to repair it.
the old haunted building you can guess
will be a holy place.
The pilgrims of disables confess the dumb preacher
stone deaf the bell-ringer.
Beyond the churchyard
there is a poultry farm
and a rattle-snake creeps to the yard
birds made a big noise.
The preacher explains silently to the innocent pilgrims
who are kneeling on the floor,
the noise that comes from the hell.