Minarets
by grimbeau
Last time I spoke with Chas
You know what you love?
He asked
slow & low
Like Wilson to Shane
Taking in the Globe Livery
rustling my purpose built
beige safari suit
silence broke out till
Hesitatingly, I said
‘Fire!’
So we drank a toast
To Father, son, and
Holy Ghost & felt
a shedload better