The Pastor's Past

THE PASTOR'S PAST Just when we met I recollected that moment in time When my work was to stomach Secret missions for the haves And I, the have not Would be sent on erotic errands For the Bosses to have a change In their daily bed menu And I would keep mum to save The fights mamas would put up at home In case they smelled a rat. If not the strange fragrances! This could halt my earnings, Only to sleep on an empty stomach, But apparently, There are lots of meal offers, For I tend God’s flock. Just when we met I realised, That we should always Save a thought for people who are Enduring what we look at now as our past. That sorry sight of a pauper I have seen in the city centre This afternoon, Took me back to the Egypt of my life When life was concrete And the world like an aperture. By Longinus