I wrote this poem years ago after a particularly frustrating day where I felt that supernatural forces were at play in shaping the community. I speculated what the reason for all this madness was, hence The Wager. Hope you enjoy it.  

 

THE WAGER

 

I imagine a hole in the ozone layer

over Manchester

Where God sends his angels down to

stop the drugs trafficking and joyriding

 

Then suddenly

Strange things begin to happen!

 

Heroin supplies turn to sugar

All stolen vehicles are made to stall

ejecting the drivers against the nearest wall

 

Angels with dirty braces

start to protect the old ladies

They begin returning stolen Fords

and swanky Mercedes

 

All litter is cycloned away

Yellow Brick Road style

All cakes are returned

from local jails minus the files

 

Policemen force their assistance

on people crossing the road

Lost children are returned

safely to their family abode

 

As all this transpires I imagine God

and the devil peeping down

and placing a small wager

on the next round.