I met two latter day saints limping home
from ordinary daydreams a little kindly
saints the whole of the world damp
with no rain the smile had one you mustn’t
be seen dead with me I agreed from each corner
these two saints, kind and inept to neither convince
but point my path towards a higher power.
I met two latter day saints in the damp without
rain and I felt some kind of love for they
that do no harm though do some harm I am
met by this road out to limp through the world
where one would say I met two saints
and shook their hands they knew me so
that says to power that moves not here
the two by twos, what struck me, that they seemed
to have seen my path, superfluous, no hook,
a serene sanity in them, so young and yet
look at the state it drives out I see saneness this way
quite a peculiar passive threat hatched up
against the means to a private room, to disappear
in the long quiet night for such are kindly souls.
When they asked what brought me joy
and I looked about the road,
no flowers, no caterpillars, a dingy warm glow
from a greased window, and that was all.
I couldn’t say. Pop goes the world.
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