Hymn Poem by Jerry Pike

Jerry Pike

Harrow, London, England

Hymn



Hymn

I want Jerusalem-
diced, cooked, and sung,
into that stirring, steaming verse,
from my church days.

I can do without,
too patriotic,
too hedonistic,
a scar on the hymn book.

If you want to sing it,
you want to sing it.

How does yesterday’s
blood swirling anthem,
become today’s cupboard fodder?

I shall phone some bishop and ask.
But he will probably
be out.

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