Lindsay Pope has spent most of his life living in a house of numbers but a recent internment at IIML displaced some old theorems and fostered some latent word play.
Christianity as a second language
It is Sunday.
The sandwich board outside Vaima’s village
shop says, “God is the reason. We sell pies.”
As a woven hat sings
a whitewashed chorus consumes the day.
The scripture on the tombstone flakes like pastry.
