Lighting Candles for the Lost

Lighting Candles for the Lost

Making stations near main-line stations

On my knees in contemplation

Of angular sanctuaries. Overhead gantries

Seeking sanction from the saints

But refusing to co-opt my fate

By leaning to on broad arched pillars

Best stanchion staunched by rebel Fathers

Dressing bleeding feet in tatters

In oily rags where burning coals

Have barred the way with self laid fatwas

Reasons for not growing old

Lighting candles for the lost

Imagining things can't be the worst

That coins in fountains will not rust

That angels won't discharge their trust