True Religion

True Religion 

"I ran Belfast." --D.M. 

I pinched her, said, "It's the one 

true religion" --she almost back 

handed me --her father was 

     still in a blind somewhere... 

Ten years later, he wanted 

     to usher us through 

the gate at Gatwick--: spec branch

patrolled the aisles as we handed 

passports to customs-- What'd 

he done? He was artillery? 

What did a colonel have, to answer? 

     --higher-ups were bound 

more than him to hasty knuckles, 

broken ankles, mashed brows? 

One night, he'd said I was confused 

     --I wanted the loo, not a bath.