Kit Kelen #1155 - the night everyone dreamt about Cardinal Pell

1155

the night everyone dreamt about Cardinal Pell

26.2.19

for godsbother

a lifetime of public service

one bayonet, one baby

you’re done

can you hear them?

under the murmur of prayer

they are dreaming

that hot breath is at my neck

kiddyfiddler’s, interfering, call it reverie

it was a priest – the filthy beast

the celibate hero of legend

here’s the football face of beery scrumboy

he’s bigger than you are

he was my uncle

my brother, my pa

there was a parish of this

for each there is a personal hell

much muttering with God

have I dreamt this? are we so far?

so very rare it was, ‘out of character’

in one of these many mansions must have been

who told? must get a grip

dilute, delete

dilate with love made rote

as God’s my witness

innocents in their cots all dream

orphan life stretched ahead, unknown

alone, he considers the problem of evil

this is the weakness of one

the diocese all knew, the arch-, the curia

the Queen of Heaven wept for this

he was Editor of Light

and seminary rector, Synod Father

symptom of pagan emptiness

dreamt a way from crib to palace renos

beginning with wisdom a fear of the Lord

no knock on the door, but came in

with best defence the church can afford

never tender knew that touch

lonely in his sinner’s cell

watch out for the followers of Baal

the Order of Australia

repent and seek forgiveness then

eat me and drink me

turn this knob, for heaven

for as long as it takes to never have happened

dilute the lesser charges

delete the shaky proofs

dilate with churchlove in your eyes

must have forgot God loves me

galumph with pagan rights

here he comes – his own mini-series

can you hear them?

they are dreaming

under the murmur of prayer

fiddling and show, mustn’t tell

bend over, pray – do his bully bidding, God’s

never tender knew that touch

this one for the lions

and says his catacomb, sweet solemn

mumble if you true believe

be sheep meek, let me nail you up

riding in a car, head in

tolling hours in a name

flex my denial, putaway Pell

Mr Pell, Prisoner Pell

Rockspider custodial Pell

nuns in their habits all agree

and well, well, well – you’re for it now

he took a pass and ran

a vessel for the spirit was

how low Our Lord was brought

just a few fingers up – make a sign

for each there is a personal hell

can you hear them? under their dreaming

a prayer, no touch

in lofty diction

of the people’s prelate

earthy in prescription

a fisherman at sea will dream him

crackly through brine static

shows up like a bad bead in the rosary

now and in the hour

some of these things have gone on forever

must have been done to him as blokeling

bad dreams! a carpenter at wood

coming for to carry me

the nurse’s dream of the dying too

mass is a celebration

consider the pleasures of power

and where do the hypocrites go?

find your own circle

take a partner, go

flex your muscular denial

the little ones dreamt

but they won’t remember

glory shone around

this one’s Christmas lovely

that altar wine – a real robe opener

he’s coming for you, pious prince

dream lonely in his cell, faith brazen

retired the old feller too early

and once was someone’s little darling

cradled to the song

will the See strip him?

how lovely defrocked

some kind of a slip

twixt cup and the lip

consider the pleasures of power

how Jesus-humble

he was driving the church

with a crop in his hand

those sinners were stripped

to their scant underthings

no one gets into this heart

it’s sacred

the adoration of the clergy

a brazen faith, as dreamt

eat me and drink me

grow an inch

the news kept pouring out last night

as if the way were long prepared

in prophecy, seven of something

and no, father, no!  

nice cup of tea, Your Grace

we’re honoured, in the good room too

is this your eminence, I see?

come to me in a vision

murmur a formula of words

saintly as our stars

and each his own day comes

climbed to the top of the mountain

lonely last man, not-quite-pope

but counting the indulgences

here’s this last one more, so rare to slip

must have gone bats in the vestry

forgive me o Lord for thinking him so

it’s like a little camping trip

or see you at the pool, you flesh

there was no brake

the ball slipped

all my teeth were gone

it’s minor offending in the great scheme

witness this compelling confession

it’s under seven seals

I catch myself falling, God won’t

how dark the wings, how black the beast

and here comes Tony Abbott – cameo

demons running all round inside

there were seven sociopaths

broke the virgin seals  

how otherwise here?

first hard every morning

dreaming the business at hand

and here’s a picture of Pell’s penis

thrills the waiting crowds

(you have to imagine the rest)

then he was in the bed beside me

it was always forever all about sex

normal, very God-given, natural

no, never knew that love

then what’s the verdict?

right dressing? cut, uncut?

the good news kept pouring out

pooled, filled the Vatican with treasure

it was an Ark afloat

and one dove told us on

come here boy, bend over, Pell

putaway Pell, Pell put it away

there were some dreamt of him every night

so small and flawed

and nowhere to fall

murmur a prayer

and put him away

we only dream our ghosts and saints

weep not, consider the pleasures of power

too terrible to tell – so stum

everyone knows it’s out

in God’s good time

truth sets you free

apotheosis now (or roundabout)

strenuous and vigorous

all these voices I deny

kiss my ring – it’s curry