The Blood of Christ

in B&Q,

with tools and joist

their job to do.

 

The empty pews

the wine, the bread,

pastoral views,

across the dead.

 

The licensed hours

of temple aisles,

the plastic flowers.

the checkout smiles.

 

The collared throats

of men withdrawn,

Luther's notes

nailed up at dawn.

 

Between the two

It's hard to tell,

which, if we do

is nearer hell.

 

Yet I who have

no want of God,

am less inclined

to tend the Sod...

 

than sit a while

in silent thought,

and contemplate

the things unbought.