Yawning and stretching we wake up and have coffee gather our papers and go off to work, as heavenly bodies make their way round to sunrise and angels and demons parry opening lines. Stocks go up as jobs go down as empty commuters pass by homeless wizards, and angel icons fly through computer windows with the demonic speed needed to meet a deadline. We get home from work to the same thing for dinner and we lay on our sofas and turn on our TV's, watching bloodstained children with souls with no future smiling bravely as onlooking demons take notes. To the pub down the street to forget about people but there's dancing and laughter, food and good spirits, and a beautiful woman smiles kindness to strangers and the band plays from heaven and the angels take note. We get home for the evening, survivors at days end and we lay on our sofas and turn on our TV's, watching angels play baseball and devils play hockey we know that tomorrow we'll go round again.

zahida