Godliness In Three-four Time
He walked his widow home
A shadow at her heels
Wherever she might roam
She took a jar of eels
In mercury, inert
And bound on spindly wheels
He wore a fresh hair shirt
Upon his shaven head
The cross was daubed, in dirt
She walked among the dead
She sang a song of dust
A prayer for those unwed
He cursed the pow'rs unjust
His fist raised to the sky
In unrequited lust
She said her first goodbye
And let quicksilver spill
Into her lover's eye
He felt a fateful chill
And, jammed between the spokes
He knew it was God's will
Jehova loves his jokes
The eel, perhaps, his best
Or is all life a hoax?
She ardently confessed
Her passion for his son
The daughter of his breast
He said she was the one
Her target, steel and slate
The race was but half-run
She fell from man's estate
And lies beneath the loam
Outside Jehova's gate
| Contributors: | loaf, Chevalier, Apsley, Arnold the Sly Ape, P, F. |
| Poem finished: | 16th March 2006 by P. |