A Layman’s Life for Me

Mnemonic trysts,

something wanting to be
remembered but
never missed.

And now in the
pioneering crypt
(a church if you
wish)

I can feel the
faux shifts
Sunday
resurrections equip to
disarm all
disbelief.

As if her hands are in
reach,
crucifying little
fictions she
never felt the
nails breach,
thorns in
thoughtful creeds

we never thought we’d
need until it had
slipped

beyond.

My heart’s on the cross (your
smallest ink blots’
rebellion)

but the love that’s been
lost making
examples
of melted
endurance is the
only
assurance

I’ve got
this is
a world better
off without
its saviours.

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