Palazzo Vecchio

Dreaming of an effigy,
always gets to me even in
sleep where I keep my
darkest secrets.
Magnetic pins to prick my
God always wins in
the end.
I see the far side
which looks to be a short
from here.
If there really are Elysian fields
I would like a job in the garden
watching my arteries harden
even as daffodils bloom.

© 2018, John Smallshaw.