The City

St. James' Church Yard

At quarter to in the City.
On a Clerkenwell lawn.
The priestly hand moves:

My heart beats,
And briefly, white gold
glints in the The Sun.

In this interlude,
The Roman girl is Worshipping,
And now and then its five to.

The Dark Suited Ones,
Wrought by something,
Are drawn off to the Exit.

3rd July 2000 (Rewritten 18th February 2006)