Excuses, Excuses, Alexander Fayne (March 2026)

 

Excuses, Excuses

The Book of Genesis does not record
if, ordered to convene His beastly horde,
our father Noah felt unease or stress
                                    before the Lord.
 
Nor, for that matter, did the man profess
even a hint of hesitance. I guess
he must have felt a sort of embarras
                                    at such richesses
 
The line of nervy animals went far.
Creeping or cutesy, fleshly or bizarre,
all wanted saving. How did he appraise
                                    which ones to bar?
 
But there were giants in the earth those days.
For midget-moderners, it’s hard to gaze
even at laptop-screens and work out who’s
                                    a worthy case.
 
We know the ass of Buridan would choose,
so why don’t we? The needy on the news
depress us, yes, but that should make us pay,
                                    not merely use
 
their wretchedness as aid to our dismay,
or talking-points when wondering at the way
that we do not care much, or do not feel,
                                    or simply stay
 
seated, and eating, while the Good appeal.
Nothing that flashing glass cannot conceal:
the little black boy dribbling flies and blood
                                    quite as unreal
 
as agèd Noah saving for the Flood. 

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  1. Thanks for this. I was glad to see a poem of yours - so far I have just read your prose. This is the kind of clever substance I would expect . The last stanza, with "...seated and eating" and "dribbling flies and blood" bring the poem home. "dribbling" in particular was an inspired choice - it brings up the image of a boy playing soccer but also dripping - both what he should, in a just would, be doing, and what he endures.

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    1. I'm delighted that you liked it, and that you responded to that last stanza. You know, the connection of the word 'dribbling' to sport hadn't consciously occurred to me - it's wonderful to find other suggestions that I didn't intend. Who knows - perhaps it was somewhere in the back of my mind.

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