apologia pro atheismus mea
me and the ghost of charlie darwin
on a day of rain and wild wind
staring from the windows of mount carmel
at the gulls rising high in ecstacy
now says i to charlie darwin
look at that creature rejoice
riding high on rain and wild wind
and tell me there's no majesty in existence
says he to me
there isn't
on a day of rain and wild wind
staring from the windows of mount carmel
at the gulls rising high in ecstacy
now says i to charlie darwin
look at that creature rejoice
riding high on rain and wild wind
and tell me there's no majesty in existence
says he to me
there isn't
posted by heelers | 2:17 AM
6 Comments:
Perfect. Bask in the green glow of envy.
If it had been my poem, there would have been a section about the gulls dropping on him or me smacking him with a dead fish. But that's why you're a Ireland's greatest living poet. :)
Missjean, I am if you believe my publicity handouts.
J
I make a misspelling so you missed my teasing. I meant to write "you're AN Ireland's greatest living poet."
(Actually I'm kidding. The 'a' is really the typo.)
I thought the teasing was a given. Typos are a respected tradition on this site.
J
Really, James? But you never appear to make them.
Typos are my plausible deniability. Typos and homage...
J
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