We both agreed my case was hopeless,

and happily neglected to search for a cure.

So mostly my Psychiatrist and I

talked about Art or

his trips to the Desert

to collect wildflowers & bones.

Once he even brought in

some of his fossil collection

for me to see.

Pride of place went to the Coprolites

of some nameless inverterbrate,

now, after millions of years in the ground

the property of the Professor.

Yet strangely, perhaps, I found

that peering at that petrified, prehistoric poo,

really put my own problems

into perspective.

Though I doubt he meant it as Therapy,

still it proved to be effective. 


(*dedicated to the memory of Dr Don Eastwell)


The Reverend Hellfire is a practising Performance Poet and an ordained Minister of the Church of the Universe AND the Church of Spiritual Humanism.

Like Cerebus he wears three hats.



~ by reverendhellfire on September 25, 2011.

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