The church gaped ruined black open
A rotten tooth’s jagged silhouette
Standing proud in that night
No history left, just rot and decay.

But then I felt the stare
All that was left, I knew those eyes
Once a meal a fellowship 
Now a solitary gaze, the plates long gone.

Here from centuries of meditation
Energy pools in nook and cranny 
Like free dreams for the taking.

They peer out of the wall
Once a fresco, now a doe’s stare
Amongst the dusty plaster incomplete
And the old stone blocks undressed
On uneven tiles lives shuffled by.

Dead leaves lie listless, ivy climbs on
Bright moon casts it’s night shadows.
 
Even when broken down the
Gods must be remade
To carry our long days and short years
In a universe shaped by physics.

©️ david/dai fry 13th September 2019.

Published by Re-side Magazine Issue 2 October 2019.