Tuesday, April 3, 2018

USSHER

When God fell out of love with James Ussher
The sky turned dark for 16 seconds
And the wren, forgetting its inborn song,
Trilled something of its own composition
Making an owl swear lasting devotion;
Moss grow on the east side of a tree;
Consciences were troubled; three dreams
Were canceled and two rerouted.
Then God relented; the relieved Ussher
Went on to become Archbishop of
Armagh
And deduce that the world's creation
Took place at about six in the afternoon
Of a pleasant day in early Fall.

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