Howard Firkin
Dear God, please let there be at least a type
of hell for Pell to show that you revile
this man of cant, of sanctimonious tripe,
this shield of pervert priest and paedophile.
Equip hell with a large Pell toasting fork.
Dress George like any other fatted beast
and slowly sweat the fat through glistening pores.
Let flames kiss flesh, persistent as a priest,
and scarify his hide with razored claws.
Fill caverns with the smell of roasting pork.

Please find a corner of eternity
where George can count the aeons as he learns
the pain of those betrayed, and may you be
as patient as a stone as George Pell burns.