Kerry Jackson Kay Poems

This is a poem they don't want you to memorise.
You will not be required to answer questions on it
Nor be expected to ask any of your own.
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Flanked by holy men,
Courtesans,
Dancers
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Space, the infinite.
The endless cosmic ballet
Of big spinning rocks.
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If having all the answers means no longer asking questions
Then wisdom's not all it's crack up to be
Smelting down the infinite for a sword and shield of truth
In a citadel of desperate certainty
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If though life owes you nothing it delivers even less
If everything you try to build collapses in a mess
If the things supposed to cheer you are instead a source of stress
Be true
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It was a lazy morning up in Heaven
Round about a quarter past eleven
An angel came to God's right hand
Said, 'Don't ask me why, 'cause I don't understand
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