no great fall
rich as it may seem
nothing but an oaf at heart
clings so gracelessly
all the counting men
totting up his pros & cons
couldn’t save him now
he will drag us down
grope around for allies here
there & everywhere
should we sympathise
empathise or even cry
for the love of god
when the only way
in the cruel light of day
is to say goodnight
Mars
Cousin Sam my dear
shan’t be coming home this Fall
who’s got into me
something odd you’ll bet
when a oldster turns sixteen
goodness knows their head
tell the folks back home
nothing untoward & yet
wonders never cease
should this msg find
you’ve gone AWOL too my child
heaven knows you tried
all the chai in time
makes no difference this is mine
blame it on the press
Jack-in-the-box
God what promise you
showed as your approval rates
rose like pyramids
boldly taking on
human form from Mother Earth
through to Superman
worshipping became
everyone's ritual or
cuppa Rosie Lee
feet of clay to jet
booted saviour like sheep
people flocked to dunk
bread in wine or praise
architecture & receive
miracles in reward
popes & caliphs reigned
claiming spokesman status with
intercession rights
heretics to burn
child abuse to go unchecked
even when exposed
God the liberties
taken in the name of Love
cut the bad to shame
when the Deus ex
machina broke down one night
folks would not believe
after all those years
clinging on was safer than
going it alone
rolling back the stone
they repaired their god with faith
idol turned to man
female deities
played a part as mother wife
even concubine
superstitious folk
clutching chits from holy ghosts
claimed their afterlife
who could prove them wrong
no one ever caught the boat
home to tell the tale
just the lord of wine
and a he-man dressed in furs
chanced to cross the line
stories children tell
have more ring of truth in them
let the tocsin ring
time to meet your end
heed the call & hang your boots
up on anti-gen
tweet tweet
when the final charge
on the last remaining phone
winks & flickers out
will there still be sun
light and wind or tides a Moon
circling round an Earth
what is human thought
but anxieties about
such uncertainties
when we're dead and gone
left our plastic waste & waves
wafting into space
archaeologists
from imponderable worlds
should remark on this
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| Never too late! |
