where God was
by David Mclean
once God was behind the doors
of all the cottages,
and there were cottages
where God shared the frugal
fare, his wayfarers men were,
but now we have woken
tomorrow, our doors open
on to nothingness,
and we live stacked in piles to
a sky pollution-packed
with death's words, that fill
heaven's pixels ugly with layers of lies,
while the noble lie, our
patriarch, is clean-shaven today
and misses us as a memory
dusting his oblivious window sill.
our roots grew there to cathedrals,
empty now even they,
whose high windows coloured heaven
with innocent dreams.
our dreams are emptier by far now,
and only nothing speaks to us;
no heaven above us but here this hell
we built ourselves
My name is David McLean, I have round 415 poems in or accepted by 187 publications in print or online since December 2006. Details are in my blog at http://mourningabortion.blogspot.com/. I have a chapbook "a hunger for mourning" by erbacce-press on sale at Lulu @ http://www.lulu.com/content/1338495, an electronic chapbook forthcoming with Why vandalism? on 15/3/2008, and a forthcoming full length book with Whistling Shade Press in April or May 2008, "Cadaver's Dance."