The Dementing Priest Poem by Joe Hughes

I believe in God,
Or do I anymore?
I join my hands in prayer
But what for - I'm not quite sure.

I look into the mirror,
A dog collar I see.
I feel it, push it, prod it
And wrench it out - I'm free!

The people call me father
But I've never had a child.
Perhaps I'll marry soon - one day
Before my own demise.

But now the days are long
As I stare out at the grass.
No one keeps me company,
I never say the Mass.

The sisters here are kind
And see to all my needs,
But I'd really like a cuddle,
A cuddle - yes indeed.

Night time turns to morning
And morning to the night.
I do not like the darkness,
For company - a light.

My garden is a graveyard
Amongst the spirit clan,
I wish that I was there with them
For then I'd be a man!