Warm Salvation
Dig…dig deep…dig in the
heels
walking the streets
you see two men in earnest conversation
‘and then your soul is salvaged’, says one
‘and you go up to heaven’
and he’s waving at the rainclouds
while here, down on the street, it’s all happening
and the rain falls and stops
and busking later on the shiny slabs you see
two girls stop for one to tie her shoe
and you hook your mind
in between the lines
and you dig the heels in good
and in the dead of night, warm salvation
wrecked and past crawling, warm salvation
and when the vice grips tightest, warm salvation
and when you’ve drawn the curtains
all around your bed
some new commotion
because its none of your business
might draw your attention
and there you are
between breakfast trays
and thermometers
starting to hear the horses
the bells on the harnesses
voices in the yard
coming home
and in the dead of night, warm salvation
wrecked and past crawling, warm salvation
and when the vice grips tightest, warm salvation
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