Retrospective.

Bristol Cathedral

I don't feel the power of god
in this place, just people's

intentions in stones,
though they’re not buried there

but in unmarked mass graves
in the garden. Those

who laid brick by brick
the might and lifted it up

through air and light
to the sky. Who groveled

for it at feet draped and dripping
that didn’t know how to walk the slabs

level with a firm and steady weight; only how to shuffle
above them.