Cruciform

 

It’s the weekend wrap-up takes a minute,

A workman’s error, a votive candle.

Circulate ready theory and spin it.

There’s no-one like Someone to blame for scandal.

Rumours take over when all’s left is ash.

Accident committees enforce their will.

Electrical fault, a digital flash:

Emptiness forwards the bill.

Cathedral furnace leaves walls a stone cross

Between the streams on an island of time,

Their only boast who count the loss

Amid the dreams of stars and grime.

They’ve been here before, abandoned and lost,

Unready to comprehend real cost.