AN ATHEIST IN A BOLT-HOLE
She rang me to tell me about the Vicar.
His sermon-words that so bewitched her.
He said, she said, apparently:
You'll never find an atheist in a fox-hole.
Indeed.
You'll find him in front of the firing squad.
You'll find him in front of the tanks.
You'll find him protesting,
Outraged and restless
Aimlessly firing blanks.
The humanist: him
With persuasive reason.
And, then.
You'll find him dying in a hospital bed
Waving the chaplain away.
Reduced to nothing
Skin and bone rotting
With little much left to say
Except: help me, please.
But, it's not God
He's talking to.
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