THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN

I walked down a long, tiled corridor.

There were notices on the walls.

WHITE TIES PLEASE. NO NIGGERS. PLAY THE GAME.

DO NOT SPIT.

THIS WAS TO THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN.

I went down the long tiled corridor

And at the end someone clattered lift gates.

GOING UP!

I preferred to walk and went up the stairs.

I rapped on the office door and asked for God.

The manager was bald and apologetic.

The manager told me God was out.

I walked back down the stairs, down the corridor.

There are offices it seems across the way.

He may be in there.

PLEASE USE THE SUBWAY.

I used the subway. I am still walking.

I have met many of my friends. Some of them are dead.

The place is well-organised. The commissionaires

Are civil, and put their harps aside

When one speaks to them.

Once there were animals here; insects even;

But they grew tired. They went out to play.

The curiosity of men seems endless.

Even I am too curious to blow my brains out.

I will go on walking although I know it is useless .-

I heard the manager muttering in his sleep.

."If they find God the place will have to close.

That is why I tell them God is only Out.

Don't tell the boys God'll never be In.."

                                      - Christopher Caudwell