In Foyle's bookshop
Across the street from the main shop
above Psychology, Sociology and Yoga
on the top floor
In the haphazard order of Foyles
this place is good enough.
It’s a tough 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.
Perhaps they are uneasily aware
God is not wholly pleased with this arrangement,
but are unsure exactly what to do with someone
who overcomes the gates of Hell
but can’t compete with Jeffrey Archer
for the browsers off the Charing Cross Road.
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.
A period piece from 1981, when Foyle's retained an air of the Dickensian.
© Godfrey Rust, email@example.com. See here for permissions.