Wednesday, 11 October 2017

Poetry Thursday 279 - Next the End

It seems that dealing with ends is something we humans are loathe to tackle in the face. There have been endings as long as there have been people and there always will be, and yet in the 21st century we suddenly need psychological support when the end of someone we know arrives. It makes me wonder how people managed last century.




The End

Let’s talk of death and what comes next,
of looking into an approaching light,
breath slowing and shallower,
petering out to nothing.
The features increasingly untroubled,
The need for Earth’s breath receding.


‘But what comes next?’ the big question.
Heaven or hell, good or bad, light or dark,
Or nothing.
Peaceful existence in the arms of the Being.
Stoking the flames of the Fallen One.
The delicious attention of 72 virgins.
Or nothing.
©David L Atkinson October 2017





Deliverance Prayer

May we beg on bended knees,
to relieve us of the leader please.
Abhor the twisting and turning back,
on policies, and give May the sack.

Hammond should have the sauce,
to take a positive economic course.
Please relieve him of his duties,
return the country to fiscal bounties.

Rudd, a terrifying harridan,
patrols government with damage done.
Remove her from the Tory matrix,
this controlling middle class dominatrix.

Rees-Mogg, Tory of a different world,
pronounces with imagination unfurled.
Please remove him to a site less cheery,
that he gain a degree of social maturity.

As for Boris, where to place,
he is a beast of a different race.
The danger is that this bleached beaver,
could well become Tory leader.
©David L Atkinson October 2017

God Bless