UNLAPSED 
by BERNARD PEARSON

I shall go back to church

This Sunday to find

The one who waits,

Back to the impossible,

The cave, within a cave,

Within a cave.

The sweet Zombie

Trudge  of the undead,

For only by dying

May we  be born again.

Through the register

Of stone they will come

Through  the door like

 mouth of God.

Where  the choir assemble

Skittish as if herding

Upon some savanna

Before processing up

That aisle of dreams.

 

Will the upturned Ark

Hold their song

Like summer berries

In a  reed weaved basket?

Will the voice of holy clerk

Be  ballast for my soul?

The search party awaits,

And the hunt is on again.

 AUTHOR BIO:

His work  appears in  over eighty publications worldwide  including; Aesthetica Magazine , The Edinburgh Review, Crossways,North West Words and FourxFour  In 2017 a selection of his poetry ‘In Free Fall’ was published by Leaf by Leaf  Press. In 2019  he won second prize in The Aurora Prize for Writing