St Simon’s church hall
hangs out in a busy vestry
with cereals, rice
and donated people tenderly
that know that
they are there uplifting
food penalty as elegiac
lament more
compelling in
loyal queue big-hearted
core utilities at the Finest
door milquetoast
you say it
as though they were
there up against
WASHING-UP LIQUID
vowed off as less visible
less real
gratitude
half-inched licentious turns
by formal hovering off-stage,
you buy out shaped
gridlock right over
concrete rested
respite on hand to
see the bone in benison
