Stop pretending and get down here.
They said before I came
that you would sleep
in a cot next to mine
tie my shoelaces
tuck in the sheets
whisper Billy Joel
to drown out the Beretta’s.
That you didn’t just sit
on a seven-headed lion
occasionally rocking your foot back
flattening 23,000 people
with your big toe.
Oh father who art in heaven
stays in heaven
’cause if he were here
his boots would bleed
dirt like mine
thou shalt not track mud
on his white carpet.
Ceciley Pund 