Postcards from Malthusia DAY FIFTEEN: Andy Jackson

The Chant of St Edmund the Martyr

Patron saint against pandemics

 

 

What goes around, comes around –

not all devils live in Hell.

What if I’m the breeding ground?

My soul is brittle as a shell.

 

Not all devils live in Hell,

some hide in every fresh mutation.

My soul is brittle as a shell

from birth to death, an incubation.

 

Some hide in every fresh mutation-

– this prayer may even be a host –

from birth to death, an incubation

for Father, Son and Holy Ghost.

 

This prayer may even be a host,

a germ in sacramental guise

so Father, Son and Holy Ghost

can breed the faith among the lies.

 

A germ in sacramental guise

to spread the doctrine to the herd

can breed the faith among the lies,

a vector for the virus of the word.

 

To spread the doctrine to the herd –

what if I’m the breeding ground,

a vector for the virus of the word?

What goes around, comes around.

 

 

Andy Jackson‘s poem (written in January 2019!) will appear in a collection The Saints Are Coming to be published by Blue Diode Press when all this is over.

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