While My Daughter
Gently Weeps
Three wise men at the
door
(though no-one's about
to give birth, thankfully,
and I'm pretty certain
about my state of virginity)
identically dressed in
black suits,
white shirts, black
ties.
Three round and very
white faces
if you discount the
acne and the shaving cuts
and I'm deathly polite
as I open the door.
I spot the name tag of
the middle one and smile.
“We're poly,
leasbian, trangender and atheist,
so in your eyes we're
going to Hell.”
My words stun them to
silence
and I follow up with
Leviticus 19:27:
“You shall not...
harm the edges of your beard.
so you'll go to Hell
too. See you there.”
“Okay,” says the
left hand of the trinity,
and they troop up the
motorcycle ramp.
While I smile and wave
goodbye.
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