Ekklesia

Stray fragments of mustered mustard

Fleeting flavour in pace and space

Salt of the earth – wait!

Must be late!

Date and time

Mime as mine
As mine as yours

Pause,

Pitter patter paws

Nitter natter jaws

Fitter fatter gnaws

Clipper clapper claws

Mausoleum and basilica merge

Death and judgement converge,

Note location placed in vocation:

Dancing architecture, talking music:

One life as all life:

Where are you now?

It was a faded glory kinda place
Stained glass, mahogany Christ - an icon;
Plaster curling off the walls towards
Buzzing electrical heaters

Meters and meters of eclectic corners
- no space wasted -
Tasted truth, then 'what is truth?'

Who can we blame for the death
Of a healer of the lame
An unwinder of the blind,
Now curled in a stone embryo?

A close friend, who, desperate to reconnect, gave him a chance?
'Betrayer' the Daily Mail might dub.
Two men responsible for the stability of a people?
Gracious! Necessary!

Are we friends? Dominators? Both?

And then: the thinnest precipice between tears and tears.
Between plaint and cheer.
Where are you now?

Raised up thrice
- on tree, from cave, to Somewhere Else -
Staining us all in blood and wine,
Crumbling rice crackers
And Temples - what a cracker.
No joke, but a cracker.