by J F Garrow

Just some light is coming through the windows of this church where
Some of them are sitting: some of them just sitting in the lights
Of the windows of this church here.

And also, there’s St Francis at the window, smiling, with his sheep and their cows
And someone’s cheap lizard at his feet, with, then, little atoms
Of light coming all through all this, so that little atoms
Suffer at St Francis at the window,
Smiling at the rich and laughing
At the rich is St Francis
As they drop into their laughable deaths
By the window these rich.