This was written in response to a poetry prompt about how our modern-day mythology is the frenzied celebrity culture. It struck me during the recent football World Cup in Brazil how much we are looking for a single Saviour out there to make us forget all our inadequacies and needs…
Defeating armies of unbelievers
His touch on the ball deemed divine
The crowds cheered him into the promised stadium
But miracles failed to show up
On tap
On golden boot
Or on any part of his divine body.
No Messiah after all,
Merely messy.
