Cathedral Crash

 We were holding onto the Cathedral

Like it was some kind of sin

And all the pigeon martyrs

Sent up their prayers on the wing

Coo cooing in tongues with the saint

The Angels could do with a lick of paint

But gossamer trees will shake

In their Spider web chandeliers

And stand like white skeletons remembering

Did the bough break

The baby fall?

Did they lop off a limb

When England's Head of State

Cut off the body of the Church

Like a hand of an octopus

It grew again in its watery garden

And we saw the car crash photos

Of your tumble

From a tight rope of consciousness

Into the dream scape

Where there are no trees, nor obstacles

Just miles of sea in which to swim

No they did not lop off a limb

They freed living being

Halleilulia to that

Amen