Religion of the Species – by Giles Turnbull

 

Frog knows He’s green
and has a tongue sticky for lies,
enigmatically glamorous
with feet that all have kissed.

Squirrel looks up to the sky
from tree trunk home,
Yggdrasil etched into the inside wall;
listens to the gospels
from the birds.

Worm believes He can be halved beyond the atom
without fading away
reincarnation and regeneration
can explosively grow another tail.

Bee knows She is female
intensely sweet
with nectar
of death overcoming.

Spidergod knows there are many unbelievers
six quadrillion at last count,
pity every single soul
bless their cotton socks
their 48 kneecaps
and their hairy legs.

Baby hamster prays
to Mother Supreme
asking that She won’t eat her children
when they’ve had enough
of listening to her stories.

 

 

 

Giles L. Turnbull is a blind poet. Originally from Harrogate, he
studied chemistry at Swansea University and has lived in south Wales ever since, apart from two years in London and a 5-year sojourn
Stateside. His debut pamphlet Dressing Up is published by Cinnamon Press. More info here.

 

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