And did not his use of language land
like galactic horse hoof upon the world
already old, then when it was so, same day
And did he not worry about Peter and Saul
and would they not have shut, do they
the mad man swallowing bitter scrolls up, but speaking thus
And would he not be present as garbage day diver
today, no longer asking permission, to quietly show
how worlds go wrong for all inheritors, of such mistook revelation
And was he not the first, to wish the birthday boy
birthing each and every single day anew
absolute of sunlit presence, Yay us!
And full what is here, does not arrive, someday
as all of us wicked blowing continuous cake candles out
most know, and would be well healed, to remind.
Warren Jeremy Rourke is literary agent for the Alan Paton Will Trust, associate to Deep South publishing, Captain of the Spaced Ellipses Literary Movement, and a scriptwriter currently under agreement for a feature film with producers based in London and Geneva. His poems, cnf, and short stories, have been published in journals and anthologies, both local, continental, and international. He has been longlisted and shortlisted, variously, and was joint winner of the New Coin Poetry Prize 2022. But most of all, he advocates for those who live with mental illness, and himself suffers with mood disorder, and is love widowed, by one who they both, lost the fight against