7 April 2012
On the black drop of heaven
the rings of Saturn
in scalding beauty
On the black pan
in butter-spat pattern
the fried egg on roti
8 April 2012
THE MAYOR RECEIVES AN HONOURED VISITOR
Yes, we know God and Jesus, Sister, but we
do not care for them, nor the priest. They scowl and
threaten us, send foxes to the lambs, curry
strife. Only Mary has Heaven’s keys to hand
and, more everyday, Saint Cassjambe’s sepulchre
for broken bones, the oak stumps at Perpont if
you squint, and when the mounting stones won’t do for
your needs, moss from Samson’s diddle to conceive.
Fairies? They only trouble us on certain
days, and at night the Devil’s beasts pass mostly
above Rambille, not us, so we do well then
except the new priest won’t baptise our cattle.
So our faith is strong - ask all you meet today
though you’re not born here - you won’t know what they say.