The Choir (Conspired)
Did you conspire?
(To feed the fire)
To walk into that
haloed choir
Has it transpired?
(Did you conspire?)
Have we seen the
dream retire?
Do you require
a golden spire,
a wire
that can’t be
unscrewed?
(No matter what you
do?)
Have we aspired
to walk in the fire
of those
we used
to use?
Well love,
Pull up a pew,
cos I refuse
to be
anything
that’s less
than me
So walk in the fire
— pull through.
And do
whatever
it is
that you
have
to do