An ode to Faith, in clay

( a tribute to Erich Fried )

It is what it is,

in a land beyond the proofs of men,

where witches smoulder and burn with love in their hearts,

it is what it is.

Having left behind the mean-spirited executors of will,

and what is right at any one time in these

dens of iniquity and noise,

where choice is chosen by the few.

It is what it is.