winter sunlight


sit with me in the sun  a while
this room is much too cold
and talk of the hopes we once had
in those days before you died

back then we believed that equality
would grow and spread and flower
from the seeds of  post-war reconstruction
nourished by Catholic action

that hasn’t worked out too well
in fact the world’s gone to pot
the rich have gotten richer
and socialism’s stuffed

why was that room we were in so cold
that’s the hall for newcomers
once you’ve joined the saints
the rooms are a fair bit warmer