Saturday, January 31, 2009
Moving house can be stressful, I hear.
Last pome of three, hope it's been a kickass January.
A short coffin on wheels
raised to rib-height by spider-wire legs
between the pulpit and the rows
of wooden benches.
into the books you’d read
your hard-headed sense of devotion
planning holidays to America
watching costume dramas and The West Wing
of sacrifice and stiff-arming self-doubt
spent herding, corralling young minds.
worth less faith than you offered
has his last say
on this dry winter morning
you might have loved.
from the directors come
to wheel you from the church
in the short wooden coffin on retractable legs
we will later burn.
Thanks for reading,