Noiseless in a church yard

Now I listen
to help my madness stay

Hidden within this outside
laid in the vast night
we crept forgiven
drinking light and shade

amongst the dance
amongst the quiet stillness

yet raged by whipping winds
slew in racks of branch
 flesh shivering
touched as ice fingers
recorded the holy names

Space and room
as they once walked or crawled
empty tiny vessels fragments
in a stone kept mouth
an iron wooden fist
shuts on a ragged mist
forming the shapeless gift
engraving a secret  sign
in bloody vestment hangs a blind guide

Listen to the silence
try harder -quieter-
listen to the unmoved madness