My wife and I, we killed our God

with clomifene citrate in pill form

and daily injections of gonadotrophins.

It took several weeks, it was touch and go,

but in the end, in a small blue room

with a wall-mounted TV

stuck on a Friends DVD menu

a nurse told us he had died.

We held hands as that Rembrandts tune

announced in a loop it would be there for us.

At 5am today God’s death

crawled into our bed because

she’d had a bad dream.


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