Extreme Unction

Extreme Unction


Watching the rain
Again? I’ve seen it before, watched the pouring gutter
Muttering to myself
Was it an Easter? Trying hard to remember her name
Before the afternoon pain
Down Daisy Nook, clawing squeaking grass, I took her


My first Original Sin
Not now very original, not that it now matters, scattered
Across the earth’s crust
Another ‘must’ to confess to priestly red ears of fearing
Excomunication
Without any explanation or re-direction from habitual lust




Harry Mills
Boracay Philippines 20th August 2012
From : Departure Lounge