SONNET, SOMEWHAT UNWILLINGLY
Dawkins’ Delusion creased on every page,
To hang a noose no longer out of reach—
To chew the floor out of this Wire Cage
And break the teeth that chattered hateful speech.
Run and run and run and run our mouths
Which have no time to breathe or smoke or eat;
So let the convicts build our Godly House
Like soldiers fight a war on wounded feet.
Cattle bedeck a calendar on walls
Which reek Asbestos Memories while we sleep.
Bow down together, scratch each other’s balls,
And bite the bits that we no longer beat.
When I can find a Heaven full of doorsThen I’ll admit it’s Theirs and Mine and Yours.