Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Forgive us Father...

Forgive us Father,
For we have sinned.

Today we woke up and saw
A sleek layer of pure white, ice cold
Cotton wool…

And we moaned.
And we cussed the heavens.
And we threw up our hands with vexation.

We waited whilst watching the breakfast news
Only to learn of whether
The 131 or the District Line were running.

Meanwhile, all along, you knew of people
Who had spent the night beneath dusty stars
Nursing wounds. Nursing chaos
On an evening spent praying out of doors
Because their tin shacks

Shame on us.

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