Thinking about it, in the murder scene
you could probably
base quite a lot of this on God’s twitter account,
which is surely the maddest, most empathic Twitter account
Yet created by non-humans
He’s out there in glorious portraits,
looking remote and godly in sonorous garb.
He follows only two people: Joshua Nazareth and Mary.
Noone never replied to a single email or message
The last time he used a human word
It was in October 2045
Lean close to your Lord and his Twitter feed
He has wells of cologne, luxuriant mysteries, and inhuman loneliness.
Francis came to mind this week with the suggestion
He might have been an asylum seeker himself in the summer of 1953
If one of Europe’s mega-racists had made
A suitable impassively odd bid for
Granchester Meadow and Sylvia Plath’s footprints
Both were mentioned, a story that has since been denied by Ted Hughes
[ its apparel resource. ]
Either way this is a rumour
Saving the grounds for a mile
And playing Lutheran hymns v Real Vatican songs
And, by way of variation, Bach singing to Leonard Cohen in bed
The last time he used a human word
Published
How my heart sings 