Tuesday, May 10, 2016


When at last one cannot tell that here
A church once stood, the kirkgrim
Is relieved of duty, given a suit of clothes
And a very small sum of money
Having been, perhaps for centuries, church spirits
They are woefully unprepared for the modern world.
Those who look like men are able
To find work as bartenders or navvies or ninjas
But those of animal shape too often take to crime.
It is for them we solicit today. Give as your heart prompts
Remembering that your spirit, from the look of it,
May well spend time in similar plight.

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