glory

It’s incredible how thieves can talk to tap water
Or hoodlums thrive on discerning spirits. My classmates
Used to write a long piece of advice to God, hiding
In one of the school restrooms from the teachers.
They thought He didn’t exist and were certain
It was bad not to exist even for Him. They filled the air.
The wicked talked too much back then, just as
They do now. Meanwhile I was reading
Crime and Punishment during the math classes.
Soccer was a religion. A pedophile walked the streets
Impervious to beating and mockery, a prophet,
The glory of his generation broken by the war.

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