Guy Birchard
$5
In
this the thirtieth year of my life
Having
stomached all disgrace
Neither
most foolish nor half wise
Notwithstanding
all the clouts
Received
At
the hands of Thibault d'Aussigny
Bishop
though he be, making the sign of the cross
Down
the street, he's no one to me.
Nor
Monsignor nor my lord
I
had from him nowt but shite
I
owe him nor fealty nor homage
Am
nor his serf nor bitch
Who
fed me on corn dodgers
And
water one whole summer
Proved
pure stingy, "beneficent" less than tight,
God
render unto him what he to me.
And
if anyone objects
And
calls this blasphemy
Well,
feel me, it aint idle
Bad-mouthing
I
have worse to say
If
that's mercy he was showing
Jesus
king of paradise
Commend,
body and soul, the like to him.
published in Ottawa by above/ground press
February 2020
a/g subscribers receive a complimentary copy
Shy Canadianismo by nature (“having none hath no care to defend it”), Guy Birchard has been just a mother tongue poetry bum these many years with small official second language.
This is Birchard’s second chapbook with above/ground press, after VALEDICTIONS (2019).
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