TURNER

 'The Sun is God’,

Turner said.

He showed how it can even shine

From a canvas rubbed with ‘shit’

Which it has enabled us to see

The Sun shining over the seas,

Where battleships fight

Drowning sailors as they sink.

Shining over the waves,

Which are the only headstones

That the slaves jettisoned

From the Zong would have,

If it wasn’t for Turner.

So our Sun God shines,

Over turnip pickers at Slough,

And warring apes and ants,

As it once shone

Over dinosaurs, terror birds

And gorgonopsids.

Does it watch life

Making

Mistake after mistake after mistake ,

As it burns?