The Great Unknown
Posted on November 13, 2016
Common sense deserted him and he stands abandoned,
castaway at the centre of a pond that doubles as a wishing well.
Old pennies, tarnished and sunk, and discoloured at the edges,
have bonded together like discarded medal ribbons,
while above them, newer coins glisten in the sun
and are fished-out by children, only to be thrown back in.
History repeats itself and so too, sin.
The battle is re-enacted and he is resurrected
in the name of Jesus Christ, amen.
Killed in action, he is now the main attraction.
But lo, see how the greenhouse is padlocked
and has whitewashed panes to keep the secret in,
of tropical plants propagated in pots
and a pump that feeds oxygen to a tank
brimming with Japanese carp.
No hope of a warm bath for he,
stone cold at the cenotaph
on this second Sunday in November.
Still, it is important we remember
never to believe what we are told.