and there, silence sits.
hail falls where silence sits
until pools are made from the heaven’s pits
we are able bodied and lazy bodied
soaking in the pitch black of our befores
we forgive, say forget while still keeping score
contain traces of weakness
while moulding ‘foolproof’ lists out of hard clay
we are able bodied and lazy bodied soaking in the pitch black of our befores
the carpet dents as day breaks; creaking on its rusty hinges
kneel, kneel, kneel
a black hole of selfish prayer
with expectation of returned favour
lack of fervour.