Not the artefacts of faith
but treasures of the full dirt dark,
are all the world allows.
A swing in the play park at dusk
with a shattered chain,
worn iron warmed by the brass light
of a fatigued sun.
A cool breeze blown over
the coal yard and the charcoal trees,
against a wire fence filled
with shreds of fading plastic.
The blood-brown skull of a Datsun Cherry,
sunk to one side in waist high yellow grass,
as though some long dead beast
stricken by the Veldt's
in the world's crown.
Gareth Spark's work has appeared in Shotgun Honey, The Big Adios, Out of the Gutter, Line Zero and Deepwater Literary Review, among others.
He lives in Whitby, Yorkshire and works a day job as a forklift driver.