They Don’t Build Cathedrals Anymore
Out of town
we are but strangers in a strange land
with homeless dust drying in our mouths
and disappointment etched
like claw scars down our cheeks.
Almost horror struck we stared
from behind barbed wire fences
as oxide red skeletons stretched
up into the cod-scaled greyness.
Two cranes take to the dance floor
performing a slow motion tango.
The beat of blueprints
synchronizes their movements;
arms swing angular, all brute force and sweat.
As wonderment pushed grit from our eyes
we stood
like corner shop natives
waiting for that moment
when the glass dome was to be set
like a diamond. We gasped at the thought
that automatic doors would welcome us inside
to walk upon the marbled floors,
and to listen to the chorus of cash tills singing:
“Hallelujah”
as they exchange all our prayed for dreams
with credit card receipts; consumer redemption
available 10 a.m. to 10 p.m., even on Sundays.
For now we have seen the light,
nine out of ten of us agree, you have to buy icons
to obtain retail spirituality.
© 2006 P.A.Levy
First published by Social-i 2010
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