THE CHURCH OF THE NAGGING SUSPICION

    I attend the church
Of the nagging suspicion
Way down on the vague
         Side of town
    I sing with the choir
    Of battered creation
         While grinding
 My face in the ground
And I pray to the Lord
         Of deception
       To err on the side
         Of the human
         And just stop
       Fucking around

        William Corner Clarke