Howard Firkin
Dear God, please let there be at least a type
of hell for Pell to show that you revile
this man of cant, of sanctimonious tripe,
this shield of pervert priest and paedophile.
Equip hell with a large Pell toasting fork.
Dress George like any other fatted beast
and slowly sweat the fat through glistening pores.
Let flames kiss flesh, persistent as a priest,
and scarify his hide with razored claws.
Fill caverns with the smell of roasting pork.
Please find a corner of eternity
where George can count the aeons as he learns
the pain of those betrayed, and may you be
as patient as a stone as George Pell burns.
of hell for Pell to show that you revile
this man of cant, of sanctimonious tripe,
this shield of pervert priest and paedophile.
Equip hell with a large Pell toasting fork.
Dress George like any other fatted beast
and slowly sweat the fat through glistening pores.
Let flames kiss flesh, persistent as a priest,
and scarify his hide with razored claws.
Fill caverns with the smell of roasting pork.
Please find a corner of eternity
where George can count the aeons as he learns
the pain of those betrayed, and may you be
as patient as a stone as George Pell burns.
