The First We Learnt - Poem by Mark Heathcote
The first we learnt of faith
Was a dying fish gasping to breathe
Never to be put back.
The first we learnt of a fathers love
Was a stripe a flash a stroke of lightening?
Followed shortly thereafter by thunder.
The first we learnt of paradise
Was incinerated by hell
Told, you’re a Wolf-in-Sheep's-Clothing.
By the time I was old enough to reason
I felt as if I’d spent my whole life —
Leastwise part of my short partial life
Had been spent committing mortal sin
Some sort of spiritual treason hung over me
Like a hangman’s noose in a readied fit.
It choked in my Adams apple
Ah where to begin. This hourglass —
A meeting of two pearls two swine’s.
Two swans entwined, reflected in one heart.
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