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Monday, 14 November 2011


God went off on holiday
to a secret holy land
leaving His instructions
for me to take command.

No sooner had he disappeared
when all the trouble primed
and erupted all together
in chaotic pantomime.

I dried the sea
I blackened white
I flattened hills
I lit the night.

I dropped the moon
I stopped all fun
I fused the stars
I froze the sun.

On His return from holiday
from His secret holy land
God said: "Who can I turn to
to help me understand?"

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