Mark McDonnell
Let me teach you the Way of the Gods
Wear white boxers,
stand with your legs apart
knees bent and both elbows
leaning on the rail
of that balcony,
the one that’s four floors up.
Now, can you see two girls
down there sharing a boxed pizza;
some friends doing tricks
on skateboards in the plaza;
that old man, the smiley man,
who always carries a tiny dog?
Forgot something? By now a god
would have his safety off.
About targeting — bear in mind:
The Divine is Random.
In the nature of things, the Glock
will buck in your untrained hands.
Mark McDonnell has had careers in teaching, industry and psychotherapy; working in the UK, Miami and Barcelona. He concentrates, these days, on singing, teaching English to asylum-seekers and trying to write a good poem. His work has been published in poetry magazines in the UK, Ireland and Spain.