Here is a state which is known as divinity
somewhere half ways between here and eternity
look closely and touch on
and that’s where you’ll find me
Bells ring in the chapel of all-saints
where Michelangelo sings psalms as
practising for the Sistine since he was sixteen
turning deaf to the wisdom within
and David still waiting without.
They crucify and it has no bearing
no jury, no trial and no hearing
I envied the cloak he was wearing
and on Facebook they’re forever sharing
dinner last night, so inviting
I am seriously beyond any caring
I resign and I’m handing my cards in.
© 2018, John Smallshaw.