Herr Pastor

This poem is mad. I went to an Evangelical church service and turned my thoughts into an allegory of 20th century German history.


Herr Pastor
Dear Godt,
I’m Germany after WW1.
I’ve survived,
And these are my reparations.

I’ve missed the mark, and now
You row
The boat, towards your destination.

Unfit to doubt your plotted course
I nod
Or praise, my supplication

Committed to a hollow cause?
Who knows?
The verse I read is taken.

They flock to hear me speak and I
My needy congregation.

Nasty parts he
Spoke out loud.
A secret service – go decode it.


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