'A' List Poem by Crystal Korzinsky Chambers

Mercy, how heaven holds the hopeful at bay
Granting entrance to warblers with pending invitation.
Though holders are less worthy than most;
The golden aura bathes their sins in blinding
Light, so no sin can be seen through the
Righteousness bestowed by their peers.

The good book, whether the book
Holds interest or water, or drowns in fodder
Is given credence by scribes lounging
In agent stalls, whose members we’ve read,
Are already in bed with angels of their own.

The rest – pages in pile- bringing lengths
Some ten leagues long, whose denizens
Toil unheard beyond their binding skins
Rising. Falling. Escape. Release.
Long. Want. Hunger. Thirst.
Brand. Burry. Burn. Belong.
Outcast. Survivor. Tormentor. Slave.
Poverty. Gilding. Coward. Brave.

On and on their stories grow a mountain
From which many rivers flow from lakes
That do not mirror heaven; but echo
The earth below, whose characters died
A ghastly demise from the slush pile flow.