I believe in God,
Or do I anymore?
I join my hands in prayer
But what for - I'm not quite sure.
I look into the mirror,
A dog collar I see.
I feel it, push it, prod it
And wrench it out - I'm free!
The people call me father
But I've never had a child.
Perhaps I'll marry soon - one day
Before my own demise.
But now the days are long
As I stare out at the grass.
No one keeps me company,
I never say the Mass.
The sisters here are kind
And see to all my needs,
But I'd really like a cuddle,
A cuddle - yes indeed.
Night time turns to morning
And morning to the night.
I do not like the darkness,
For company - a light.
My garden is a graveyard
Amongst the spirit clan,
I wish that I was there with them
For then I'd be a man!
Joe Hughes visit joehughes.org.uk
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-dementing-priest/
