Friday, 4 May 2012
Your hat, please, signore: this is a church
for all you ignore the vault and nave to veer
off left towards me. Remember that your search
is motivated by the divine. And here
I am. "Silencio" echoes the monk
on a microphone between the pressing pack's
flashes as my lighting swallows the clunk
of another coin. Are you ready to wax
lyrical yet? The finger lit within me
matters more than teenagers kicking your calves,
signore. Clunk. "Silencio." Breathe: the key
to epiphany... Still kicking? Let them laugh,
the martyr's path... Again? Why, the little... Clunk.
Just look at me. Ignore the god damn monk.
by Magnus Buchanan