Porpoises Poem by Mark Hamilton

I wish there was a God
who would strike me down,
hold my nose to the dust
and give me orders
on pain of death:

"Live this way,
not that!
Do these things,
not those!
A place called Heaven
is this way,
but that way
lies a fire called HELL!
I give you a cause
which you must embrace,
I give you a purpose
which must fill your days
- or else! !
D'you get me,
you 'orrible little worm? ? "

Oh bliss!
Yes, I will God, yes yes!
It is this empty looseness
that is the killer,
this sagging
of
the
spirit,
weighed down
by too much
heaping
endless
world…

But now -
a purpose, a cause!

I am as purposeless
as a pool for porpoises
that is porpoiseless,
that are narwhal
to be seen
and may never
even have been
and no one even cares
one wa-hey
or bloody 'tother.