...here is proven that indifferent cruelty...

Here is proven that indifference
The uncaring, the cruelty, the muted heart
Written in your fragility,
That gentle hair lapped by soulless waters
Greeted by repulsion
The outrage would last but a day
Perhaps two if we can turn our eyes toward this
This...then where?
Where shall our eyes turn to tomorrow?
And this casket, it is woeful small

But it is a home

The patter above is not of rain
A father who sought only a peaceful shore
A promise he said a thousand times
A promise like a prayer
Into your ears

Saint Pancras

And you, just happy to hear that serious tenor
As it tickled in your head
And you beamed
Like a light
I must protect you a thousand times

The shore was reached.

You were owed a modicum of consolation
But not there, not here
You came from an asylum writ large: unstable sands
Broken walls
Sanity spilled out in red finality
These are children pursued and swallowed
By monsters
How shall we make account but by a census
Of the chattering teeth of Baal
As he swallows endlessly
And he is fed?

{Pancras knew, a child himself,
The indifferent works of Diocletian
Then Saint, martyred well, where shall we set our hand
For vengeful peace and fated justice?}

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