Divine wind + cow + Jesus freak = accident
On bicycles: Charlie in hurrying to cure a brother due a rib
crowned with a piebald cow (he got intuitions)
to squish him & his inner mechanisms, a maiming done.
Some days, no caution mooing out the wind
it only topples, quietly, with snuffs & flings our crap around.
Arrive & it a mess
with limbs in odd positions they not meant to be
—a circle’s made and prayers begin
O Lord please raise this man as Thou did Lazarus.
Who is of purest ilk among all men & young in years, a child of yours.
His rightful time of everlasting bliss beside you in wide heaven
is not yet come, we plead— he still has much to do…
aye, him does all them’s washing up
& cook’s the scran Charlie hides in his breath.
Charlie joined in the babbling chorusing
of ask despite his pitiful diction
Head’s up Godly God, hear this…
here young fella makes a bosting scrambled egg on toast
no one else bothers with many margarine & black pepper
& now you think it clever dumping cows on him
with your’s godly stomach wind.
do us a favour eh… give him another crack at this
despite his better being off a done dead of life
—these saft-in-the-noodle sods, them wear believe
: they wish them sown with selves to you
yet fear being dead. it daft ay it— do us a fair-cop, pal.
The cow suddenly hoisted by spectral cranes
built with Divine agree
—dyspneic soldier of the Jesus Army
clammy due to the central heating of a death
—cucumber calm— he much like Lazarus, as well an all.
o the looks Charlie was received.
what did you see whilst in God’s pastures brother?
—I saw nothing but mayhem & the whole of Heaven in disarray.
that is the spot on of it. Charlie chuckles.