St John’s
A thousand years
ago
they prayed
in a shed
until
men built
the church
sandstone
red.
people died
William Shenstone
for one
whose stone back
I’ve sat against
in many a
drunk
and
smoked with
and
dreamt
green dreams
but none
like my friend
who killed
our friend
crushed his head
with metal
for money
and left him
with the
poppies
for a schoolboy
to find
not twenty metres
from Shenstone’s grave.
CP
Lewis Coleman's work has appeared or is forthcoming in The Changing Times and Everyday Weirdness Magazine.
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