Pray Richard, can you tell me, what purpose will there be
if you become a deity on earth
instead of me?
I’m here in every particle, every cranny, every rock.
I have endless manifestations,
I think you should take stock.
I spent several millennia shaping sky and earth and sea.
I’ve minded all creation,
enabled it to be.
It’s me who made the rational, the concrete all that kind.
And may I remind you Richard
I also made your mind.
I slipped up with the famine and the suffering and the war,
but then again it’s likely
that’s what humankind is for.
As regards the bigger picture you will never come to know
how and why you got here
or where you’re going to go.
It really doesn’t bother me that you do not believe.
You are the loser in the end-
for I could help you grieve.
Your expose was riveting- I devoured every line.
So I’ll cast off my divinity
when your books sell as well as mine!
I am the elemental force that forged your skin and bone,
but Richard when you call me
I’ll ignore the celestial phone
We must agree to disagree but just before we’re through
may I say that I don’t like you
or believe that you are true.
Mary Dickins has written poetry since she was four but didn’t tell anyone until much later. She has a tendency to rhyme for which she refuses to apologise. She performs in a variety of venues and circumstances and some poems have been published. She has recently been on tele and radio as part of the Nationwide Building Society poetry ad campaign.