The Inkwell#fowc #Confession
Cleansing of
Oral admissions
Noted by the angels
For the day of judgement
Expressions of remorse
Said in private but always
Said honestly and in receipt of penance
In an attempt to show an element
Of contrition for the time we
Next meet our maker
The atmosphere is electric
some gathered there would say evangelic
as the lights flicker around the evening sky
like acolytes the security guards wait
for the signal to lower the velvet barriers
countdown progresses
as a one hit wonder presses a golden button
with that actress you know off the daily soap opera
and then the worship begins
as the bells ring out
and the dinero fills the tills
as the worshippers take their communion home
in the form of homeware, electricals or fashion
Belief – you’re not born with it
emerges from what you are told from your teachers
like mum and dad, grandmas and granddads
it’s then down to you to weigh up
each little bit you’ve been told
verify and question, and finally
engage – before it grows
Sat in solemnity
the light brightens
the dark of midnight
Prayer for a loved one
the young old, the sick, the traveller,
kept in a moment of action
The light travels far
directing the thoughts of those
who’s thinking about their own
And the wax melts
tears of sadness or joy
fall in line down in line
And as the light continues to shine
the sign of the holders
shines out for all to see
