Surrounded entirely and circled
By a greedy wave of dancing pigeons
The white pudding sings frowning
revolting bulk of Golden fat
Proud food for his seagulls.
Facing the torches of God, he babbles
While a moaning rumble like a choir of dwarves
Awakens the worms beneath the church
Rotten temple of another age.
Jailed in my suit and tie, I Sweat, choked
by the dusty ostentation, once
sparkling in copper red skulls, and
(did I do the sign of the cross?)
everyone of us, without exception
we watch at the girl in the front-row sit.
Excuse me, sorry Madam - smile, run, escape:
it's sunny outside the Mass
and the floor is caving in.
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 4:23 PM UTC
Surrounded entirely and circled
By a greedy wave of dancing pigeons
The white pudding sings frowning
revolting bulk of Golden fat
Proud food for his seagulls.
Facing the torches of God, he babbles
While a moaning rumble like a choir of dwarves
Awakens the worms beneath the church
Rotten temple of another age.
Jailed in my suit and tie, I Sweat, choked
by the dusty ostentation, once
sparkling in copper red skulls, and
(did I do the sign of the cross?)
everyone of us, without exception
we watch at the girl in the front-row sit.
Excuse me, sorry Madam - smile, run, escape:
it's sunny outside the Mass
and the floor is caving in.
