"Are you happy with what you have created?"
She said, looking heavenwards,
or where she imagined heaven to be.
Heaven was where prayers went
So did the soot and grime of factory exhaust.
The soot covered creator
Washed himself with prayers
And wiped the sweat
As the fumes clouded his eyes.
Even he wouldn't know
if Antoniette dearest said 'Eat Cake"!
