the man up front
the man up front
on the pulpit stage
thumps his fist
in holy rage
in his heart
and in his head
words are fighting
to be said
but he smiles
and holds them in
and rambles on
about the sin
pictures jump
from out the book
bears and death
shepherd's crook
clouds and angels
stony rules
blood and cross
wise and fools
the man drones on
the brethren nod
he feels a fraud
'cos he can't see god
the small man's hand
the judgment day
fire and brimstone
they bow and pray
Joy Weare,
15th June, 2010.
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