FEB 10 ELEGY IN A CHILLY CHURCH YARD
By Edward Wheatley
When I'm feeding the ducks on the chilly church green,
Does God peep out from behind the rood screen
And say to himself …. “Oh deary, oh dear.
I've made a bit of a cock-up, I fear.
So many mouths to feed. So little food.
And I'm supposed to be the God who is good.”
“I hope people don't think that they have been had
And are mistakenly praising a God who is bad.
Though humans can't blame me for the wrong that they do
As they have free will. It's got to be true
That the rest of the creatures though of course sentient
Because they've no reason, must be deemed innocent.”
“So why do I starve them ? Make them scared all their
Why do the fiercest and cruellest survive ?
While the nicest and kindest and generally good
End up as the nastiests' tastiest food ?
Same with the humans - it's the worst who do best
Whilst the nicest and kindest benefit least.”
“I hope believers don't think that my cruellest deceit
Was to promise them heaven and the hope that they'd
Their old friends and loved ones and all they want most
Surrounded by clouds and the heavenly host.
By the time that they've realised that they're out of luck
They'll have come back to earth as a poor mallard duck.”
Too late to renounce God, or even complain,
They'll be waiting for bread on a chilly church green.