Concrete Eternal - Ski Patrol

5.30 and the shrine is closed

Confession cancelled

indefinitely

A cross to bear,

a shoulder aches

A baby cries and

heads are turned

There is no limit, steps are cold

A walk-through dream,

a sleeping scream

Black breath from an iron lung

A metal soundtrack switched

to play

A green and grey combination

There is no background,

no depth at all

A flapping poster, a silent scar

Stage set for a slow death

A tight smile,

the ghost of a grin

Bulletin from a distant star

The drones we speak,

the code oblique

Who can recode,

who can rebuild?

Christ it must be cold out there

A dirty night, a life indoors

Ignoble profile,

a modern outlook

Rushed prayer to casual

heaven

Concrete Eternal