Three Short Poems

                           I

Silly God and Christ-ian fools spend so much time

Defending a corpse in desperate grasping hopeless hope

That the universe will not swallow them up.

Castrated by fear, they struggle - anxiously mouth and mime

And desperately convince themselves that the slippery slope

Into oblivion is no more than a sip from the mythical cup.

                           II

Dear Sky Fairy,

Please hear my prayer as I’m told you will.

Dear smiling fairy Jesus,

Born of a virgin like Dolly the sheep

Dear Holy Spirit,

Invisible but present - like electricity

Dear God,

If I mutter to myself, how do you hear without ears?

                           III

Why does God not heal amputees?

Is it that He hates their knees

Or stumps or stubs or endless pleas

For new-grown limbs?

Or is it that he does not see

Nor hear nor smell their misery

Because he’s no more than a disease

That we’ve created for our sins?

Atheist Epitaphs - try these on your own headstone!

Now I’ve gone I can attest

there is no life beyond the nest

of wife and sons and good TV.

It’s over now – that’s all from me.

or

This small brass plaque is all that’s left

of life and love and cells bereft

of all but thoughts in minds of sons

to pass on to their own loved ones.