Canterbury Reflection
I saw Possu
And we stood beside the old Calvary church
Where the banks now run their business
From the old house of God
Two old men out of a place stitched with poverty
Remembering the patches
And how our noble heroes died
Before the slander of the state
Before the river of bullets rose in spate
Of lies, since their demise cover the lies
Of men in the figment of honorable lives
And in the callous up and down
Of evening crowd
No one saw the old man cried
Something in the past
His Canterbury had died
His pilgrim dreams were no more.
When I met Joe
There was nothing left to talk about.
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