5.30 and the shrine is closed
Confession cancelled
indefinitely
A cross to bear,
a shoulder aches
A baby cries and
heads are turned
There is no limit, steps are cold
A walk-through dream,
a sleeping scream
Black breath from an iron lung
A metal soundtrack switched
to play
A green and grey combination
There is no background,
no depth at all
A flapping poster, a silent scar
Stage set for a slow death
A tight smile,
the ghost of a grin
Bulletin from a distant star
The drones we speak,
the code oblique
Who can recode,
who can rebuild?
Christ it must be cold out there
A dirty night, a life indoors
Ignoble profile,
a modern outlook
Rushed prayer to casual
heaven
Concrete Eternal
