The Drowned Migrant
When searching for gold coins on a deserted beach
Maria Full of Love found the body of a drowned migrant
Who had not survived the fierce winter storms
She did not alert the authorities but buried the poor man where she found him
So that he might spend eternity in his adopted country
Thousands of miles from his ancient home
Cold August
The Virgin
When relaxing on the beach during the heat of summer
I often see the Virgin disrobing and swimming in the enchanted sea
She swims alone as I respect her privacy and I only lust from afar
Cold August
Drag me to this Hell my friend
I will not resist
My bloodied hands regret their fiction
The Virgin
She sits next to me quite naked on the beach
I do not ask for her forgiveness
But receive it without caution
Confessional
Primrose Cross would always wear a yellow dress
When attending confession
Mabel Cross would always wear a purple dress
When attending confession
Annie Cross would always wear a white dress
When attending confession
They would all wait patiently for the priest as he collected flowers from his ladies garden
Confessional
Walter Cross would always wear a sombre suit
When attending confession
William Cross would always wear a musical suit
When attending confession
Alfred Cross would always wear a tattered suit
When attending confession
They would all wait patiently for the priest as he collected alms from his ladies garden
Lourdes
I came here for a cure
An understanding of my wretched condition
But I found only oblivion
I cannot even crawl towards your shrine
As I am totally immobile
But I share a sacred name
Which is an exhibition of your love
2018