The Encyclical City

She shopped at Primark
and worked in Netto
and when she saw him
she could never forget him.
She flew from John Lennon
down to Jerez
there’s a convent there
next to the tourist office
with a square shaped cross
and his tortured body
framed onto it.
His lovely face
wreathed by sadness,
by incense and the wine
she’d drink later.
She gave money to a vagrant
then bought a candle
and knelt to light it
for all the wasters.
It’s a fact
we’re at our best
when we remember
generous acts.

By Tony Wailey