Muses on Sainthood
Inspired by a conversation between myself, a devout atheist, and one of my closest friends, a Catholic priest. We were laughing about the catholic Church’s almost indecent haste to make the last pope a saint, a process called ‘beatification’. This is the afterthought!
I made a complaint,
Said I would faint
If, they ever made me a saint.
You can imagine how surprised
I was to be canonized
As I thought I was done
With miracles, by me, at none.
I am trying not to mope
That I never made it to be Pope
But could you thus allow
That I am now holier than thou!
I do think it would be
Nicer to have a street, named after me.
Saints; as you well know,
Come and then they go.
Plaster statues appear in the store
And then are replaced by more
Not that there any saints fewer
It’s that the market is for the newer.
With the latest batch of holy relics
Reducing me to hysterics
But if my name was on a sign
The stars might not align
But people would see it every day
Even if only trying to find their way
And somebody might just think,
Before they took their daily drink,
“I wonder who was that guy?”
As they passed on by.
I guess a statue would be fine
More dramatic than a sign
But then pigeons crap on your head;
They have no respect, for the dead.
© Michael Rocharde, March 27, 2011
