Trish tells a sad tale but perhaps it has a happy ending.
A Drowning Church: Shettihalli
Things are so changed
I’m out of place
I do not recognise this space.
I try to touch
Bare stone
Grey grass.
My hand through everything does pass.
It seems that I have been away
The years have gone
And left decay.
While I have lingered
Wasted time
Moved on while I lay sleeping.
Now what has woken up my soul
Returned me to this world?
If once I left this mortal coil
Then why am I reborn?
A call, a cry, birds circle high
A human calls in pain.
I flit and float and find the ground
Upon which wastes a babe.
Oh, what has happened here, sweet child?
Oh, why are you abandoned?
This must be why I’m called to earth
To save you is the challenge.
I sit beside you, desperate child
My presence holds off vultures.
All I can do to is…
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