The Pope doesn't look Happy - Jan. 20, 2024

his old body melting

like a wax statue

in the sun

his voice

a ship’s horn

in a fog storm

inside both rings

of brows and bags   

the eyes are dying

and with each pained shuffle

someone please get him a chair

sad to see God’s emissary

as miserable as those he blesses

so    I wish him peace

rest and a little pea of joy

from my peashooter to land

on his crumbling pedestal