a poem by ROY Douglas KNEALE, UK

Outside the church
The snow is falling thickly
Upon the headstone
Of a fresh-dug tomb
Against which lies an old dog
Thin and sickly
Whose whole demeanour
Speaks of pining gloom.

Behind the church
Inside a tiny cottage
A child is crying
(Hungry) to be fed
As unkempt widow
Ladles meagre pottage
Around the last small crust
Of stale rye bread.

In burrows, lairs and nests
Around the churchyard
(Unseen) more creatures
(Orphaned, starving) cry.
Inside the church
A well- dressed congregation
Sings loudly (Praises!)
To their god on high.



[Author’s Note: May all those of goodwill think on these things. RDK.]

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