(on Greg's ritual washing, after his real washing)
Greg-go just drowned
a whole culture,
denied! killed! frowned
an old vulture
shot at the tip
of a trigger;
washed away; dipped
in a bigger
flood of fine air,
like a fish caught,
tugged from somewhere
to new world brought.
Wat'ry life ends
old "breath" expires
new life depends
on ways much higher.
If God dain't do
what he done first
(miracle or two),
no new life bursts...
...t'would be "the end";
God has agreed
He says we'll send
that to be freed..
free as compost,
sent to the tip,
nothing good's lost
if it's been "shipped"
shipped off right well
any fees paid,
(that is God's Hell,
I'm glad it's made)
So if once owned
labelled as mine,
then it is thrown
out and defined
as rubbish, well
remains no ill
'cept the tip swells.
Thank you Council!
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