he shall be your light

I have seen those tiny people
under plastic halos,
they live and they die
beneath those plastic halos
bathed in neon light,
known for a moment
to the breathing shadows.
Avoiding the congregations
of puddled damp I hop
from dry to dry,
a hopskotch grid down 5th avenue,
over on main sirens shatter
the glassy still that was
and will never be again
for judgement has come
and as the homeless ascend
unbelievers are bathed
with God's perfect tears;
the earth shall swallow them up
and the sun be gone from the sky
for the Lord has come
and he shall be your light.