#1935 - the day God died

 

1935

6.109

19.iv.25

the day God died

 

the world went on

markets tracked sideways

 

there but for the grace

 

fish and chips

on the day God died

or if no fish, as I remember

loaves now stale

 

like waiting for an egg to be born

as if for the first of Spring

 

the greatest story ever told

when isn’t death the decent thing?

 

glory shone round as it does

every day

but this was the day

 

a Mordor storm for some

that’s the movie

 

there was a thorn crown

it was a got up grief for the nothing

time was untold too

 

think one bloke better than the rest

immaculately made so

embarrassing the footwash though

the holier than thou nonstop

 

but in the end God died

and that was just the beginning

no waiting round for Nietszche

 

they nailed this a long time ago

 

still the measure the years from there

 

it was everyone up to wonder

and here’s the spear in your side

 

so many blessings

and the wars to come

the auto da fé

shunnings, cruel crusades

the endless blame

 

you’d think give it a rest, this bother

 

queue for Olympus

and what’s a King of Hell to do

 

or a snake as big as the world

and a tortoise

 

here’s wolf god

there’s the thunder

 

then  lotus boy

up and leaves the family

for the single sesamum and the rice grain

lies down for the hungry tigress

 

so many role models to choose!

(though generally it’s all assigned)

 

Sunday you’d think a pancake lie-in

but up and giving visions, go on

 

you could make a cult of it, this carry on

tree at the world’s either end

 

that was the day God died