They carried me through the streets
a brass band playing Donna Summer's I Feel Love
and children capered and tickertape fell
like soiled bandages or rinds of flesh.
It fit like the other half of a pendant
I had worn since birth,
the mayor congratulated me and gave me
a giant novelty key.
He said: 'If you ever meet God,
push this into His eye socket
and turn it clockwise. According to an ancient pact
He made with the humans,
He will be honour-bound to grant you
six wishes. Yes, six.'
And then,
we went to Nandos.
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