Here’s the latest BabyBluePodcast, featuring a reading of a new poem called Deposed.
You can click on the player above or go to iTunes and download it to your iPod or computer by clicking on the link located in the Cafe’s links column to your right. The iTunes Podcast is called BabyBlueOnline. You can also click here or here.
“Toast and jam and eggs and bacon!” you say,
handing me a plate you exclaim, “Breakfast!”
and forget why you came.
We find two seats by the open window,
away from the searching looks nearby,
we pick up our forks and glasses of juice
and speak politely of the color of the sky.
You tell me stories of your early curacy,
your face now lined with years of episcopacy,
and then you ask me of Robin, “where is he,
who walked miles through Belfast streets to see me, where is he?”
“Remember me to him,” you say,
as I cast my eyes through the window glare,
the fork still in my hand,
marmalade in the air.
“He’s not here,” I say directly.
He is gone, don’t you know?
He is gone with the others and forsaken,
“the letter the bishop wrote says so.”
Searching looks produce the bishop
who sweeps you to the corner,
the one who wrote that letter;
the sky has lost its color.
May 9, 2008