KINSHIP
KINSHIP
I have seen black beetles blindly
stagger through the dust,
limbs entangled
in some spider’s web,
drunken dragglings in the dust
mark its painful progress.
A pathetic sight,
yet I confess,
I feel a kinship, out of all size and place,
for this blind and bumbling insect
in its doomed and futile race.
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The Reverend Hellfire is a practising Performance Poet, President of the Kurilpa Institute of Creativity, and an ordained Minister of the Church of the Universe AND the Church of Spiritual Humanists.
Try getting a job with that on your C.V.
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Reverend Hellfire's Sunday Sermon 