poems

 

 

A Spiritual Experience

Handel's sister fainted when she
heard a chord Beethoven wrote; her
soul brushed against a hedgehog, her cheek-
bone shook. It was just too much
all round, nothing like her brother's
scaletta of tone sliding through
the eardrums.
A nun went to market. "I fear
an assault-" Her prickly soul
contorted on the tarmac. Riding
on the hood she saw God, who
tipped his millennium cap
and pointed to the steam pushing
from the engine.
The nun, whose mission had been
salad for the evening meal, fell
dead upon the wheel, crashed a
road divider, plunged into a field
and lay open to the broaching fire wheels