Journal | I Wonder

I was brought up to recognise that those who practised religion were, somehow, better placed in the affairs of the world.

That is now a lifetime ago.

But the roots are there.

I wonder about a man

vain-glorious yet insistent of his humility,

orders the secular courts in his

benighted country

to deliver the most severe penalties.

I wonder on this very elderly man’s

flatulence this morning

as two young men,

twenty and twenty-one

were hanged by their necks

in a dirty Iranian pit.

I wonder on this old ghet’s

fart to his god in the sky.

To this old ghet,

his fart is not a fart … oh no!

It is the whisper of the wind

between the cheeks of his backside

as he raises his bum high to the sky

to emit to allah his glorious

humble and very wet essence.

Yet this part of those idiotic

prayers he privately wishes he did not

have to do

His prayer mat is new every day now.

I’m a very religious man

I know god

Therefore I know I’m right

Meanwhile, way, way, way beyond

that old fart’s comprehension

outside Time even

arrogance is noted

This odd bod self-appointed

leader supremo,

is about to meet his destiny

and spend ad infinitum

full conscious,

yet eternally cut off,

in full knowledge

that death will never arrive,

that darkness

this impenetrable blanket

of the blackest black,

will never depart!

Sleep, he will never know!!

7 January 2023
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