There is a green light
In the grey building
Toothless Joe
Is on a different bench
Not bench B
He waves like he really wants to see me
It’s a motion I am not used to
I have no place to go but walk quickly
We are all good
We are all good
We are servants of the sanctuary
I go in the grey building
It is cold
The breath falls on the prayer paper
Makes it curl
Paper groaning under the weight of
Hope
There is none
I know
I have no place here
I have no place anywhere
I sit and wait
Sit and wait
All I do
As if some vision will give me purpose
Thought
Warmth
Four hours I sit
In the empty bath
quiet quiet quiet
don’t make a sound
if you make a sound you’ll wake him and when he wakes he
won’t stop never stop
no peace
no silence
nothing
just time replayed
different man
different place
same fear
I walk quickly
I have no place to go
Maybe I should go back
To toothless Joe
Take his wave and wrap it round my shoulders
He knows
We are servants of the sanctuary
empty
hollow
cold.
