Jane L. Carman

Rookie (1967 / Galesburg, Illinois)

Our Father - Poem by Jane L. Carman

Our father who
aren’t in heaven
or hell
dear brother
he lives
down the road
he parts nothing
but hair
and women’s legs
he flips a switch
for light
and says
let there be a bill
he was born
of no virgin
and will die
to serve worms

Comments about Our Father by Jane L. Carman

  • (6/7/2006 2:20:00 AM)

    Sardonic in nature, with an underlying sense of wry humour. Don't wish to read too much into this, so I won't. Case in point, an alternate title might have been, 'The Licentious Barber.' ; -) (Report)Reply

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  • (6/5/2006 7:30:00 PM)

    Sharp and to the point. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, June 5, 2006

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