Friday 30 November 2012

#38 - Gah!

Disappointment rained down on Rutherford
like a stickbombed cowpat;
the Octochrist had been a complete fiasco.

Pews lay desecrated amongst disembowelled parishoners;
through gaps in stained glass he heard the whoop of sirens,
shrieks and hosannas and the tickertape of gunfire.
His new-minted hymns spread unsung across pavements,
soaking up blood,

while on the hill behind the city,
carpenters finished a cross like a shoetree.

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