They chant...

They chant
God Save Us
Their voices swooping
Like maddened birds

They stand,
Still still still
A cleared forest
Of stumps stumps stumps.

They pray,
Your will not mine,
As the waves crash
Against the walls.

I want
to scream murder
My voice ravaged,
Crucified, silenced.

Please, please,
Save yourselves
You poor, stupid,
nothing congregation.