In Memory of Christopher Hitchens 1949-2011

My idea of God had already been binned;

I no longer feared rivers of fire, though I’d sinned;

Then I read your fine words and I nodded and grinned.

Thank you.

Before you, I was keeping it mostly inside;

But your reason was strong and your influence wide;

Both will live a long time, though your body has died.

Thank you.