Memories, not a sound on the hexagon patterned pavement,
but of bereavement and heresy and organised criminality
under the disguise of a church that was a cross station
by secret societies of unspeakable notorieties from the lurch,
who boasted about their heresy
and toasted holy souls and slandered and threatened
them unashamedly and unblushingly ,
and hinted at diplomatic immunity
and impunity for their whole neighbourhood branches and
witches covens for their plots and secret spots behind
stone cold hearts and ovens.
Mother Sigrid Eliora



