High on the Hardangervidda plateau
Three hundred and twenty-three reindeer huddled
Against the maddening rain when lightning speared
Into the ground and
Spread its electric current though the dirt towards the animals
Climbing through their hooves and legs and bodies
Quitting their collective heartbeat
As the last of the three hundred and twenty three
Slumped into the grass and the moss and the lichens
Am I dying?
I must be dying
For the wages of sin is death
What is my sin?
What is sin?
Do I have a soul?
Is there a heaven?
Will I be welcome there?
It is finished.
© 2016, Dave Allen. All rights reserved.
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