My Last Kitchen Party

“I just pretended that I had”
—Radiohead, ‘Jigsaw Falling Into Place’

Dead words for dead bodies, Scrabble
In God’s last kitchen: “Nihilism”; “Beckett”;
“Trauma-Informed Buddhism.”
“Only one of them works!”—and we accept

Rules again: God is cruel; but he does not desert us
With these lines, in this kitchen: “Mate—
What you need to understand is…” He is inching
Off the floor and down to a teenth, five and a half

Feet deep and no one is high: someone has scales—even
An abacus. Everybody’s extremely serious
About Camus; until it’d be absurd
Not to act the fool: I get up

On a plinth: ““Eschaton”! Triple word score!” And now
It’s a full board. “You big word
Wanker!” It breaks up the party. I leave
Early doors, not a sniff.