The Easter island chronicles.

The Easter island chronicles.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

The statues of stone arrived
at Easter island
in huge numbers
to meet Jesus,
but  the island
was the wrong Easter.
Not moved they were
on finding out,
and looked out to sea
in the hope that God
would grant them
a miracle to leave the island -
and go back home.
Centuries later they are
still waiting... and  more waiting.
Meanwhile, a monolith falls
on its face.
Another calls out:
Are you okay Bob?
Bob! You're on your face.
Bob! Speak to me!
Shut it! I've got a headache.

© 2019 andrew mitchell


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Added on December 2, 2019
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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