Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2010

So Be It

by Ian Rickard

My Father,
Who art in Devon,
How long is thy mane?
Thy singing done,
Thou will be gone to bed.

As it is evening,
Give you this day,
Your daily rest,
And allow rest to those in need,
Instead of more sensation.

As thine is the spitting,
The glower and the glorious smile,
Whatever the weather.
So be it

Added: 14.04.2010