Thursday, August 22, 2019

Kit Kelen #1330 - sharing a cell with George Pell


1330
sharing a cell with George Pell

for godsbother


a ceremony in these pyjamas

reach back into the dream and tug
gather up skeins
all sorts of self

I was on the machine
or in the way
I shared the criminal’s cell  

so sombre sad we were with guilt
and everyone innocent too

we were running a kind of a soup kitchen school

no one was singing
that was quite out

o what atrocities we did

so sure of ourselves
and nervous with it

part the sea of red and show
drown me a pharaoh would you

trick was how to handle the spoon
which was a bell as well

had to guess what was in the teacher’s head

what a sad sack in the cell
moves like stodge through the day
but he’s boss in a God knows silence

get a grip, boy
some others are dearly departed
now secret as the grave

that machine
it might have even been making the street
or digging for something lost under there

I climbed up like it was Santa’s knee

dreamt the whole thing
crime and the kingdom
God in whose beard I confess

clean shaven
still this and I’m still that

reach back into the dream
but you’re gone

life on a lie we all of us live
this is how it is to be here

in this country for old men
white as wishing is

the day where I woke was Spring

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