Visiting a childrens cancer ward
in my capacity as poet
I knelt beside a bald headed child
studiously writing
tongue out
deep in concentration
I asked him and he replied
I am writing about god and Jesus
listen
god came to me in a dream
and said
Jesus was my favourite
and I made him suffer
Imagine what I am going to do to you!
the child went on to say
that the priest at the playground
said he looked cute with his bald head.
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