Salisbury Cathedral – Mid-day

by | Jul 24, 2006 | Poetry | 0 comments

Tourists’ shuffling seat;
The busy, clicking camera;
The Memory of a man,
Measured by the tread of feet.
People: the touring chimera;
Scuff sentiment from the floorplan,
While dust drifts with the shuffling meet,
Stirring coldly in the sunlit heat.

The tourists paying for prayers,
While worshippers prey for payers.
Organ and choirs trembling echoes
Filling the Cathedral hollows,
Seeking all Christian fellows:
“Come share our hallows….hallows…”


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