I can’t write poems about the Fall
Plastic window, curtain calls
Coloured cclothes pegs and the iron
Men with names like ,Bill and Brian
I can’t write poems about my school
Nor on algebra rings offools
I hate to eat from plates at dinner
Am I on the spectrum, not a sinner?
I cannot write about the Christ
Evoking grief at sacrifice.
Pedophilia hid by men
Men whose lies might come again
Oh, what is left this world, its might?
Find the grace to see and fight
