Cold Confort

<br>A spirit rose from the earth<br>Slowly leaving...<br>Their candle-flame lonely, and so needing<br>Like dust in the night the prayers rise<br>Under the sick image of Christ<br>They talk to the nothingness<br>Old wounds were never mended<br><br>Something drops from the (autumn) leaves<br>Again it rains:<br>In a dry corner, salvation again declines<br>Sleep like a skull in the hard ground<br>Nothing for ears nothing for eyes<br>Without a shadow, waiting for nothing<br>The dark room, the moist tenement (of earth)<br><br>The cold kiss of release, great light<br>He was never man enough<br>In a world of cruel faces<br>He discovered that he was never man enough<br>He discovered nothing<br>Far above and beyond...<br>All in the name of god<br>The eyes refused to look ahead...