I grew up with your image.
Now they say you don’t exist.
I walked in your footsteps,
it was all I needed.
I read your words
and they spoke to me
across centuries of time –
as if I was there.
Are you a figment?
Faith covers my ignorance
You speak to me still
Copyright Francis Barker 2020
copyright Francis Barker 2020
From the outset the die was cast;
a forgetting of old worlds,
the reshaping of the new – breached in the garden.
The fuse and fire have ignited the world
and it must run its perilous course,
while Adam and Eve wander still
in search of a home and identity,
confused and distraught,
ashamed of their nakedness,
yet ever more beholden
to the lies which deceive them
Copyright Francis Barker 2019
Though time flies at biblical speed
the days feel longer;
staring at the rain and sodden fields
doesn’t make me any stronger.
I can’t listen to the radio or watch TV,
it’s wall to wall nonsense,
there’s nothing in it for me.
So I think of you
and your angel who said you’d return –
on heaven’s clouds,
in the twinkle of an eye.
Now just watch the world burn
copyright Francis Barker 2019
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