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7.4
4.i.26
all
the world’s spent prayers
for godsbother
all the world’s spent
prayers rain down
one can’t claim not to be
struck
old wishes stick
not everyone will see
can you hear them though?
some whispered
some still shout
many from agony, disbelief
all these bibles of a want
what to do? what to do with
them?
cave deeps guessed, old gods
addressed
and then the story done to
death
as sky’s my conch wash ear
to
desert for a waste
track on
high up with the tune in my
branches
lost prayers!
you might have sent yourself
what have they to do with
us?
fervour of a dream this
weather
had caught in cloud rafters
else
clerks had filed mid-air
now they fall
as if a spring clean there
as if the management had
changed
we’re all of a wonder hands
up and catch
yes, they’re a kind of
record
everyone wants a souvenir
and every prayer
like us as far disconsolate
just as we are
having never made it
to heaven
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