An Interlude - The Church

«They're going to send you away» she said

Psychic angels spread on the top of her head

And in the compartments of my dread

The rush hour crush travels home to bed

«You never seem to hear» she smiled

Statues tiptoe for a glimpse of the child

The lawns are always lush and wild

Spacious floors bejeweled and tiled

«How are you getting home» she laughed

Mermaids drowned but I clung to the raft

It’s just the water in the bath

An interlude for the busy staff