spend Christmas day with his brothers
let Buddha budge from Nirvana
and spend Mother’s Day with his mother
let Mother Teresa leave the calm of Calcutta
and organise a wedding with her sisters
and you will hear language or silences
that are hot and toxic enough to make paint blister
you might think you are a saint
whom nothing human can ever again bother
but try going on a Father’s Day fishing trip
with your own or a facsimile father
and all your peace and love and wisdom
or your toughness of broken-toothed mutton
means nothing to them for there’s nothing
like family for pushing your buttons