On Any Other Day
Perhaps it was no different
than any other form of misfortune.
Like waking up with a screamer
of a cold, or Bells Palsy on the morning
of a GQ cover shoot – bad luck,
but there it is in plain scrawl.
Died by the visitation of God
It was the accepted lingo;
a way of embodying the lyric,
a way of getting it off the books
before cracking on with parish
semantics and other dark business.
God likes to swing by unannounced;
straighten things out with a big
stick in these grave times.
He would have come a cropper
anyway – irrespective of the hour.
©️Orion Foote
Visions of Orion Poetry 