Notes from a Midsummer

I went to St. Albans our local cathedral city on midsummer's day - these are some observations of events that occured to me while there.

The habit the modal blank

                 An empty eye - empty voice

                 Can you give me  money

                  For some food, for drink

 

                 The lie is told “ I’m broke” 

                “ I need to catch the next bus”

                 He passes beyond , another met

                 Again the plea -again  the failure

  

 We give as he gives - nothing -

                 Nothing - nothing for the blank stare

                 Empty the  monotone request - mirrors empty

                 Us Samaritans thus become pharisees

 

                         

 

                                        Envoi

 

Outside the Vintry garden

                 Light dissolves cream stonework

                 Into a lush dessert

                 Tempts from these shadows

There the Virgin’s violated

 By our faithful rage

Assault leaves blind screams

As petals plucked - shatter