Godly Men

GODLY MEN I speak thy name so often, you’d think I’d know the spell; but so help me, I swear I do; I saw it this sullen Mourning standing in the cue – the gaunt brother of commerce’s inclusion aching with regret; I could smell it on his breath – Lord, the world devoid of love drains my brothers blue – they seek you in such vacant places – they see you where they are, not: a subtle telling sub-plot of longing and regret; oh how they adorn such phases: the raincoat, the cup of coffee, the last great event of yearning; the wrong turn not taken; for all is gone, forsaken – in the void that seeks consume them one, two or three. This is the last remark that can be spoken on the subject, for to lend it power is to doom those brothers bold who beat thy rhythm true – those saints who ply a trade unique – to stare at Godly men’s best intentions and render them oblique.