Bounced back from the stones
Reaching and singing
To the pillared sky
The first notes of heaven
Fluted through steel
Echoing upwards
And down to the bone
We soak it up here
Among the gold and the stone
Hot warm bodies
Blistered and brown
We come to sit here
On old oak and sins
We hide here
In hi-viz and Lycra
Bringing our fears
Our fights and our tears
To this temple
This ocean of stone
And give it
That which is ours
We give
We always have
A handshake
A fist to hold
Down steep hillsides
A shoulder
We give it
And now we sit
Cried empty
Waiting to be filled.
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