BACON PIE

BACON PIE

sat not writing anything
for a few hours
then

a whole
load of years

a word or two
did come up

but nothing
like to lead
to a poem

a he in Heaven
who from day one
resented my success
or anything
other than
my abject failure

happy as a pig
in mud

blind to the dazzling
treats of celestial beauty
(each and every)

munching his way
through a divine bacon pie