Faith in the church yard

Like an anchored vessel,

The old church mast creaks in the wind

The sun on its stern,

Blots the pews

So as your black eyes flash

From the sea of ivy

A new faith arises, a float of flightless feathers,

Hungry in a harbour fog

But brain enough to know

Who is shipping the goods back home

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