CLIMBING

Nine on the clock
Rays cut through glass
The sun hides its face
Pews bend to the cleaner
The pardoned want back their alms
Open arms – two faced
The veil hides the door

Ten clocks ring
Blood spewed tears fall
Jewelled judges;
Tall and might will rule
Supper of body and blood
Clock chimes
The cock follows suit
 
 
Midst of night
Kiss of fate
Gates of garden open
Date snakes even closer
The Carpenter reeks of injustice
Long tale begins
River of life dries out
 
 
Three o’clock
Carpenter disappears into mist
Sword from hilt cuts deep
House falls down
A lone man hangs from a tree
And The Carpenter is no more