Orphan’s Breakfast
Through stained windows
little eyes plead
verdant sky twists morning
rain spews across the pain
Bowls of porridge
cold toast and jam
hide shallow graves
carved into the compassion of pine
In the chapel
orphans sing
in tattered shoes
vacant of souls
In sacred chapel
and blessed robe
he turns wine into blood
prayer into lust
In hallowed hallways
vultures hover
over the lost
and the snared
Where blackened talons
scour the night
scar the lepers
scrape candles of light
Through stained windows
dawn falters
as little boys
scratch at the doors of heaven