No common rainbow could have stopped
the shoppers in the mall. It topped
the postal tower and through the shower
it shone full spectrum. Red to violet, indigo,
blue, green, yellow, orange, red.
“Repent” a deep voice loudly said. All shocked
the people looked around. “Repent.”
No speaker boomed the sound.
It was the rainbow. Spikes of light sparked
from the tower. “The hour is come.” It spoke
like choirs condensed to one immense
bass-baritone. “Now is the hour.” Some
sceptics groaned. “Your disbelief is noted.”
Kneeling, many prayed; the voice
rolled rumbling round the square. Then rain,
bright silver and suffused with light, fell softly
on their hair. A thousand white balloons
appeared and rose up like returning stars
and one by one some shoppers floated,
fading into yellow white, while disbelievers
pushed their carts refusing to admit the sight.
They loaded up and drove away
and could not tell that they had stayed behind in hell.
by Janet Kenny