Empty Pews

Enough with that gaunt gaze ‘cos we know I’m late
Dump your diatribe for I see empty pews
Grieving gracelessly for Grandad’s sake

Convinced that weeping is to wash awake
Forgive me father for this slight miscue
Linger in some pity ‘cos we know I’m late

Tangerines and tipple lighten licks of hate
Like I never ventured in explicit views
Mourning minus me for Grandad’s sake

Met him in a hospital where angels wait
Kissing through his silk hair and noone knew
That was hours earlier now I roll in late

My eyes, they burn so please vacate
Let me don him in his claret an’ blues
Stay away, this is for my sweet sake

I still fear to fix a gaze on Nana’s face
She can’t lie to me; I am empty pews
Time to make a move now, it is getting late
Grieving gracelessly for Grandad’s sake

ZK.