WordsOut poems by
In
Foyle's bookshop
Across the street from the
main shop
above Psychology, Sociology and Yoga
on the top floor
lives God.
In the haphazard order of
Foyles
this place is good enough.
It’s a hard commercial world out there
and each department has its claim on space
so management must strike some
kind of balance
between a safe bet, like God, with a long shelf-life
and pounds per day per square foot of floor.
No doubt they are uneasily aware
God is not wholly pleased with
this arrangement,
but don’t know exactly what to do with someone
who overcomes the gates of Hell
but can’t compete with Jeffrey Archer
for the browsers off the
With no current tv series
or scheduled personal appearances
God is a steady, unspectacular line.
There’s always a demand,
and those who want to
will find their way to God,
following the crude hand-drawn signs
across the street,
up the leg-wearying climb
to the top floor,
beyond psychology, sociology and yoga.