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I shall go back to church
This Sunday to find
The one who waits,
Back to the impossible,
The cave, within a cave,
Within a cave.
The sweet Zombie
Trudge  of the undead,
For only by dying
May we  be born again.
Through the register
Of stone they will come
Through  the door like
mouth of God.
Where  the choir assemble
Skittish as if herding
Upon some savanna
Before processing up
That aisle of dreams.

Will the upturned Ark
Hold their song
Like summer berries
In a  reed weaved basket?
Will the voice of holy clerk
Be  ballast for my soul?
The search party awaits,
And the hunt is on again.

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Bernard Pearson

poet & author

Bernard lives in Oswestry, UK. He is published in around one hundred journals and magazines worldwide. He is also a spoken-word performer, finalist in both the John Tripp Spoken Word Competition and The All Wales Comic Verse Competition. Plus a biographer and prize-winning short story writer. His work has appeared in many publications. In 2017 a selection of his poetry ‘In Free Fall’ was published by Leaf by Leaf  Press. In 2019 he won second prize in The Aurora Prize (an international competition in Poetry) for his poem ‘Manor Farm’ and his first novel ‘Where the Willows End‘ was published by Leaf by Leaf Press. His second novel is due out in 2022.

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