Christ, he's fallen
Below the height of a soapbox
Your Christ, not mine
Mine is less defined
I read miniature stories of the Saints
But i'm terrible with names
One's a martyr
One's from Hungary i think
I'm content with poppies
They are shy and retiring
Despite appearances
Tatami this is not...
Unquenched and deprived of the solar
This gristle
This epidermal blackspot
Brownspot
Nosunspot
Where i stand, above
The height of a soapbox
With aphony