Poetry by Jeff Green



by cricketjeff on October 29, 2009.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

Every Sunday
he stands hot in the sun
drowned as a fish in the rain
to explain the World.

Knowing the answer
has been his terrible burden
for almost fifty years.
Fifty two times a year
for forty nine years
and nothing has changed.
No-one has been saved
no-one has learnt his truth;
but this week will be different.

His well worn wooden box
and tatty placard,
his pulpit,
will attract the crowd today
they will finally understand
and the World will be a better place.

His wife gives him his lunch,
a flask of tea
and a kiss.

The crowds don’t even give him
the time of day.