PERISHING
Billy Graham has one finger in the holy data.
The other pointing with authority to the Lord.
Only in pictures in magazines does this image jump up
And throttle me. Just a little boy with rumours\and a bag full of cliches
I forget what comes next. I have forgotten most
of what I believed in, not once but several times
waiting for trifle after a holiday meal.
Graham won’t be joining me.
Graham’s long dead. My lively wife joins me
shortly after whipping cream, reporting
I stirred the custard last night in her dreams.