Record

And they are spitting bars in the chapel.
I watch my back, my moods switched on.

It’s chilly. The prison dialled down until November. 
Price of the punishment, price of the economy?

A man who loves the gospel steps to the microphone.
Nervous and twitchy but immersed in his grace.

He raps in French, “Dieu est amour et j’en suis désolé.”
A chipped Mary weeps as the sun cracks through.