Like relics in the rain

 cathedral squares
up to heaven for rain
when it comes down
take the relics back in

collect them up in a panic
get them back into this overgrown church
hurry like fruit market ants
scurry with hands full of care

damaged old wood
grins are frowns as each drop comes down
the older priests appear
out of cold boxes saving them from their fears

The deluge cursed unholy
yet the poor eat
the deluge sent by the devil from your eyes ears and mouths
your little toy like institutions

As you set the relics out for the trashman
you don't even wave him