the wind,

When l was small l had to go to sunday school, with a shilling wrapped and tied in a knot in my handkerchief, and put in my pocket, and then my mother would comb my hair with a little spit , and l would be sent, on my way, it would either be unbearably hot or cold in the old rundown , church rectory, l would put the shilling, in the poorbox, and we would talk, amongst ourselves, about how we were glad we were, not catholic because catholic fathers, drank to much, and their kids never had enough to eat, and they were allways dirty, their mothers were allways having a baby, and they didnt have enough clothes in winter some of them didnt even have shoes, , l would look at the statue of jesus hanging on the cross and think what a horrible way to die, and that the english must have done it because it was so cruel, the teacher said that he had died for my sins, l was five years old l didnt know what a sin was, l was told it was my fault, this would upset me. l was told that kids in africa had nothing for tea, and this was somehow my fault , when l wouldnt eat mine,, but the knowledge that the english killed christ because of me was to much, l started to be disruptive in the class l would look at the ceiling instead of the blackboard, l wouldnt sing the psalms when l was supposed to, and the teacher would growl at me, once a butterfly flew into the the room, l watched it fascinated as it flew around all yellow and red and blue it flew out the window again and my heart went with it into the wind, the hot north wind, l imagined where the wind went ,,and what it could see ,in my mind l flew over the parched paddocks and farmhouses the river and the bush, l was the wind for a time,making the trees sway ,,host , to thousands of birds and then l was in the old rectory again with its broken stained glass windows its bare floorboards, the smell of the ink in the inkwell the violence of the bible stories, Herod and the babies, the plagues and wars, l was only five years old ,thinking of my new friend the wind…

the wind,

Tony  Bennett

MELBOURNE,, Australia

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