Things I can’t write poems about at all
Are plastic window frames and curtain calls
Coloured plastic clothes pegs and the iron
Men with names like Jason,Bill and Brian
I can’t write poems about my days in school
Nor on algebra for dummies or for fools
I hate to eat from paper plates at dinner
Am I on the spectrum, not a sinner?
I cannot write about the Mass or Christ
Evoking as it does his sacrifice.
Pedophilia hid by powerful men
Men who think their lies won’t come again
Oh, what is left but this world and its might?
Grant us,love, the grace to see and fight