Frost, dawn, I walked alone with the devil
\nThrough the morning, while you
\nSlept<\/p>\n
I hear your school, as I walk<\/p>\n
You come to me like the wind
\nAs I see your proudest achievement
\nA place where you can lack all shame
\nThis is the message she sends<\/p>\n
Coffee, music, for hours
\nThen pray alone with Mary<\/p>\n
‘But when a man
\nspeeds toward his own ruin,
\na god gives him help’<\/p>\n
My ruin has been my achievement
\nAnd I see that as we talk now<\/p>\n
A friend’s sadness I hear now on my way
\nBut the rain is too much to stop
\nThrough summer you had to keep it<\/p>\n
If true love is not of the mundane
\nWhat does this say about the
\nSanctity of life?
\nThe fact I can only feel it when
\nI think of your name<\/p>\n
I long to speak the language of the angels
\nAgain
\nI need to understand sanctity again<\/p>\n
Do we only know it in childhood, or
\nDo we not see it on the
\nNightly news?<\/p>\n
Now I think of war
\nThe place for order in this scheme
\nThe shadow of nuclear death is ever present<\/p>\n
I, and my great wise friends propose
\nThat the solution is in community
\nThis is a modern adaptation of Aristotle’s politics
\nApplied to the wider arena<\/p>\n
It invokes trust law and the consumable
\nAnd recognises no quarter
\nIn its search for soul<\/p>\n
These clocks, it is winter;
\nThat was theirs,
\nThis is ours<\/p>\n
I walk with you, and we walk alone
\nThe walk is to find friends
\nIn this uncertain arena<\/p>\n