The Conversation We’re Not Going to Have

This poem written at the request of another friend,

who over a glass of wine and intimate conversation

said I should pen it.

Because the sub-context of your last Christmas card

Was: I cannot be your friend anymore

I am going to Heaven and

You are going to Hell

How ironic, I thought, celebrating Christ and all

I felt a bit like Mary Magdalene except

Jesus wasn’t here to defend me

So, my conclusion is:

You’re a hypocrite and not fit to

shine my heretic boots

So, I agree, you get the last (judgmental) word

Thanks for the memories

I won’t burden your soul

with a reply

Actually, I prefer not to play this game

ever again

Rots of Ruck,

Your former best friend for

nearly fifty years…

RMK, almost Spring 2016



Editors note: Sometimes we just have to weed our gardens.