Feb 8
THE MAKER OF WORLDS
"Who made the world?"
and the cane and the chanting
did their work
"God made the world."
the church's Catechism
teaching him by force...by rote.
He smiles now at this
the only scrap he can remember.
"Good God...it was I
who made my world.!"
Here at the center of
my tiny universe
my thoughts made the world
out of nothing.
That tree was my tree
that nobody else could see
the same as I saw it.
I a creator of my self.
Now that Death
comes to visit him
he talks to himself
Death sitting silently.
The pain eats him up
from the inside.
Gnaws at him
as if he were a bone.
***** the marrow
out of him.
The world fading to a bicycle bell
and children's skip rope laughter.
He hears his voice questioning
"Who made ***** tonk angels?"
The sacred and the profane
a mash up in his brain.
Kitty Wells voice swims back to him
cutting through the seas of time.
"It wasn't God who made ***** tonk angels
As you said in the words of your song
Too many times married men think they're still single
And that's caused many a good girl to go wrong!"
But now the time has come
that is no time.
He has abandoned God.
He sees the world falling out of his hand.
He walks towards the light.
*
A friend of mine who suffered a heart attack but survived to tell the tale...saved just in time by his friend the milkman who always came in for a cuppa. He found him fallen underneath a dark glass table and did the necessary to keep him with us and called an ambulance. He told me that as the heart attack had laid him low he was gazing through this table like a glass darkly! He asked me if I knew any of the Cathy( what we kids called the church's question and answer indoctrination)and I said only that first question. He said me too and that then dovetailed into one of his favourite Kitty Wells song! It made a good funny story he said but by God it hurt like hell.
My poor mother would sometimes burst into this song( no ***** tonk angel she)when she was doing the mountain of ironing that having 10 kids had brought into being. So to me too it had a loving memory and would invade my mind anytime I did my ironing. We drank a drink to not being dead and sang IT WASN'T GOD WHO MADE ***** TONK ANGELS loudly and with great gusto. It is always good to cheat Mr. Death even if we knew he would come back knocking one fine day.
"Who made the world?"
and the cane and the chanting
did their work
"God made the world."
the church's Catechism
teaching him by force...by rote.
He smiles now at this
the only scrap he can remember.
"Good God...it was I
who made my world.!"
Here at the center of
my tiny universe
my thoughts made the world
out of nothing.
That tree was my tree
that nobody else could see
the same as I saw it.
I a creator of my self.
Now that Death
comes to visit him
he talks to himself
Death sitting silently.
The pain eats him up
from the inside.
Gnaws at him
as if he were a bone.
***** the marrow
out of him.
The world fading to a bicycle bell
and children's skip rope laughter.
He hears his voice questioning
"Who made ***** tonk angels?"
The sacred and the profane
a mash up in his brain.
Kitty Wells voice swims back to him
cutting through the seas of time.
"It wasn't God who made ***** tonk angels
As you said in the words of your song
Too many times married men think they're still single
And that's caused many a good girl to go wrong!"
But now the time has come
that is no time.
He has abandoned God.
He sees the world falling out of his hand.
He walks towards the light.
*
A friend of mine who suffered a heart attack but survived to tell the tale...saved just in time by his friend the milkman who always came in for a cuppa. He found him fallen underneath a dark glass table and did the necessary to keep him with us and called an ambulance. He told me that as the heart attack had laid him low he was gazing through this table like a glass darkly! He asked me if I knew any of the Cathy( what we kids called the church's question and answer indoctrination)and I said only that first question. He said me too and that then dovetailed into one of his favourite Kitty Wells song! It made a good funny story he said but by God it hurt like hell.
My poor mother would sometimes burst into this song( no ***** tonk angel she)when she was doing the mountain of ironing that having 10 kids had brought into being. So to me too it had a loving memory and would invade my mind anytime I did my ironing. We drank a drink to not being dead and sang IT WASN'T GOD WHO MADE ***** TONK ANGELS loudly and with great gusto. It is always good to cheat Mr. Death even if we knew he would come back knocking one fine day.
