Just Like Them

Featured poem by Kostas Hrisos

Congregated
In a Holy Bible
At the bottom of a drawer

The Holy Trinity,
Angels, Demons,
The Virgin Mary,
Apostles, Devils,
The Four Horsemen,
Among so many others.

Some move with such dexterity
In half-tone grey landscapes,
Sleeves rolled up ceremoniously,
Talking in hushed and weird tones,
deliberate their predicament,
Yearning for attention.

Others demonstrate discontent,
Shouting out loud
As in a march, or at a football ground.
Demanding my attention.

I hear them all.
I don't answer.