The Drought
Abbots of darkness
bishops of pain
Cloistered in dogma
praying for rain
Thunderous chanting
tempest above
Damning false prophets
blessing a dove
Grace comes a hailstorm
Coventry’s shame
Lost in its downpour
thirst to remain
Warning blasphemers
in skies that portend
Ordained and self-serving
the drought never ends
(The New Room: September, 2023)
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