Three Poems from

WHEN A HUMANIST

when a humanist was
sitting on a train
going to work
and three angels
wings spread wide
flew straight in
feathers moulting badly
feathers dripping wetly
smelling of whisky
and sat next to him
and smoked
he just knew
knew it was going to
be one of those days

OF HUMANIST
INCLINATION

the local librarian
of humanist inclination
came into some flak
came in for some criticism
when she filed the bible
under fantasy and fiction
and eventually
after some pressure
some browbeating
then moved it to
the horror section.

HIMSELF BURNING

when he
smelt burning
himself burning
at the stake
he realised
philosophically
that perhaps
society was not
not yet ready
for freedom
of thought
particularly in the
religious department
and wrote a memo
on a clay tablet fired
for future reference
for others