christian poem

the ships are lying in the bay
high walls and huge
the earth keeps some vibration going
like him whose spirit in the blaze of noon
do you remember
and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
why are the things that have no death
as a naked man i go
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
skies they were ashen and sober
the mountains they are silent folk
little park that i pass through
the darkness rolls upward