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