Kit Kelen #584 - innocent pastimes

584

innocent pastimes

funeral is the priest's best fear

we all know we go

and now we're here

with the mortal remains

won't say a word

all sing

some can't

but do anyway

they're in a box

we're boxed in

once for dread of lightning

ran into a cave

then later built one

sky's gone

for heaven

such a god painted

then let's be sheep – that's the lesson

nail up the shepherd and grieve

tire of that?

you're a fish

served up headless

nobody wants to see

but delicious

to be in the valley of the shadow

of catering's stale

but it's an open bar

if you can catch the one

and only deity tending

I'll settle for a cup of tea

I make it myself

and keep my wits about