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View of a Colchester Church
Serene and ancient as a monolith,
but blessed, the blood of Lamb anointing it.
In deep contrast against the lighted street
it stands, a holy genre stated by
the blue letters below its roof:
Baptist. Whom does it save when streets are clogged
with feet? The traffic of Egyptian flesh.
In some Egyptian slum (outside of time
and space) the peerless spirit Father gave
to Son still walks around the shanty towns.
We rave, rotting in Bethlehem's shadow.
A double-glazéd window flanks the doors,
and we are one with Israel, its laws.
but blessed, the blood of Lamb anointing it.
In deep contrast against the lighted street
it stands, a holy genre stated by
the blue letters below its roof:
Baptist. Whom does it save when streets are clogged
with feet? The traffic of Egyptian flesh.
In some Egyptian slum (outside of time
and space) the peerless spirit Father gave
to Son still walks around the shanty towns.
We rave, rotting in Bethlehem's shadow.
A double-glazéd window flanks the doors,
and we are one with Israel, its laws.
Published 16th Oct 2015
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17th Oct 2015 00:40am
17th Oct 2015 5:13am
a Man of obligation preaching & healing among the beggars.
serene poetry...
serene poetry...
25th Oct 2015 5:02pm
I love the airy, higher-order feelings this creates with its broad statements and old-era allusions. The first half sets up the second half's imagery beautifully, and the last two lines create such a settled, ancient finality that works so well as an ending.
