God’s waiting rooms are open
There are extended winter hours
For the inevitable clientele
of the impending
dead
Homes
Libraries
Pubs and cafés
Parks if it’s not too cold
or wet
Wherever’s affordable
Wherever’s safe
Wherever’s tolerable
And whoever’s
tolerant
A client base of the contented
and the resigned
Of the sad
and the lonely
or impatient
Waiting rooms
for the all too aware
For clients with any ambitions
worth the name
long snuffed out
