We make fools of ourselves for women
My father said one time
I don’t know what his memory was
But I do remember mine
And today we see King Herod
Eaten up with lust
Ready to give her anything
Because he must he must
His court was full of gossip
Who is this Jesus guy?
Everyone had opinions
Herod was haunted by
And down beneath the banquet hall
A voice he tried to still
And yet he went to visit him
For goodness has its thrill
But in the end a luscious lass
Dances in his face
And turns his thoughts to luxury
His desires to a disgrace
He promises the world to her
In payment for delight
Her mother calls the payment in
His head I want this night
Our world is full of gossip
Of notions fierce and foul
And sexual temptation
And sights to make us drool
And truth is buried underground
Imprisoned from the sun
But still it rises every day
The truth will out my son
Brian Fahy
4 February 2022
Erris Poetry 