Dear Dad Now that you are dead I thought it time to have a chat That chat You know, the one that ends with you owning up   Dear Dad Your words of apology I dreamt last night or some other week Are refused It’s…

Things you could not have divined or imagined Are now a dystopian reality There’s not much left of humanity – Was this predestined? Or was this always the nature of your God Of superior intelligence And advanced technology Who belonged not in a church but…