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There’s no need to be scared, she said:
I’ve slept paralytic in attics under sloughed skins of dust
With other people’s condoms stuck to me
Crawling down to suck warm wine from every vessel
Like venom from the pale dead thighs of dawn
Played for coins so spare and lonely they seemed hand-carved
The first and last of their currency
I’ve brought the driving rain inside with me
And seen their distaste like fog lights in their faces
I’ve limped
As street stall chestnuts, roasting, rippled my oesophagus
From nights of murmuring plumbing back into my own
Frayed dress of my own frayed vaudeville
And I am not scared to be lying here with you
(Rain fell on corrugated iron
Dawn was an indigo dragon
A powderkeg of instant coffee made a silhouette
In their small neat kitchen)
There’s no need to be scared, he thought:
I’ve humoured the meek and spruced, so desperate to belong
That they hang their Sunday Bests over anything I say
As long as I say what they want to hear
My mouth a radio set but not a radio show
They were an audience before they met me
(Whom they do not know)
And as long as the radio works alright
They can stay tuned in, and belong
And I know the Archbishop well enough
To say it all the way he likes it said
I bless their children, their grandchildren
The lumps of loud cells keep on coming
The baptism rite is simply turning on a tap
The swollen fruit of spermatozoa and ovary
Are things on a shopping list, miracles
Their wordless exclamations echoing in the corners
Under cold holy halogen lights
The hunkering perfumed alpha-parishioners
Bustling me and inflating like vicious plants
Boasting about their adult children, no need for salvation
No real humility
And nobody ever asks me how I feel
And I haven’t got a clue about the next world
But I can’t help but think it’s all just a simple resolve
They lay there warm and long burnt clean of fear
As the world formed in doughy Wedgwood blue
Pagan birds calling in the mist
Will Swan
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G'day Wil, this is brilliant! It breaks away from the crowd and very thought provoking. The imagery is powerful and the rhetoric hypnotic. Reminds me somehwat of Giovanni Boccaccio's "Decameron", in spirit. Cheers
Tom
Thanks very much indeed, Tom. Although I did not have a religious upbringing myself & don't have any axe to grind, I seem to keep wanting to return to themes of sanctity and religion a fair bit, not sure what all that's about?! Thanks a lot for reading; this is a great site, came recommended to me just the other day. Cheers,
Will
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