Wishing well I wish

you well though subterranean

streams flow with

currency out of circulation

Coins of the realm

below above where

high-stakes pierce ground in

whitewashed picket fence

surrounding abandoned housing

Squatted domiciles of

domestic blisters

Scabs on knees of

sisters fallen from

god’s grace

Patiently pacing ruined

convent garden in

wait for saviour to pardon sins

A canary sings unheard in

the basement

where

noxious gases rise