Under arch of clouds and people
the flock shall writhe
The powdered Earth creature
to scurry in their dirty burrows shaking in lust and fury
The lost arrogance of the spiteful watchers
as digging clams perpetuate the violence of Friday
of Saturday
of masterful strides on Sunday
pecking eyes of the ensorcelled statues on the pews
chicken heads revolving endlessly in the sun by the veil
covered by pinpricks of the light
metered with the cruel insouciance of the tablet maker
the law-giver
told by stone cold lips
and feign of giving unblinking dread