ST. CATHERINE'S BURIED
CHAPEL
You are wanted for your ancient
and complete capitulations.
Your soul is devotional, burnt
love letters. A cloister of cathedral
bones beneath the ground: falsified
memories. A teenage girl rides pillion
through the Hampshire evening
shadows. Though forgotten you exist,
robbed and vandalized, still
beyond profit and love. Ribbed
arches of ruin, years, separate
your martyrdom from hawthorn flowers,
the lustful seasons' evensong:
sad, that your vanished beams
were made of broken hearts.
