Coifi’s Spear
Convinced by the Kentish mission, Coifi
contrived
To hurl his spear hard into Woden’s
wooden heart.
Idols don’t flinch, of course, even
when they’ve deceived
Generations. God dies! Another takes
the part.
Gagarin looked from the limits of his
portholes
Only darkness punctuated by stars, like
shimmering souls,
Lost as he was looking in the wrong
direction.
In an absence of God it is necessary
Not to invent Him. When it comes to
devotion
To creation’s supreme-being, Man’s
more likely
To indulge a preference for
self-promotion.
From spear onto rocket, how far has man
advanced?
Yet reason doesn’t allow deity to be
lanced.
