Cathedral Town

Gardens enclosed, once again
mortared as edifice to commerce,
media braced and buttressed.

Cobbled from ancient fortifications
left to subside as landscape folly.
Draped in espaliered vines,
they will not ripen in these climes.

Communal space for sound confounds senses,
dulls thought, binds elastic mind to walls;
ought beyond, flees immediate conception.

Like caged parrots, squawk freedom,
know nothing; say all.
Tattling on social platform
wrought by man's ingenuity.

Tallis coined, in choir and voice, loosed
beyond grouted mounds of earthly might;
his flight extends heaven bound.

How then we, bonded to tendered patriarchy
molded to models typeset, inked and sold;
bold enough to shout our truth,
or cherry mouths engorged.

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