Last Breath

Everything is scratched and dented.
Some scour deep and ugly
But others dance like figure skaters round and round,
Until all you see is iced pattern beauty.

But for others, the surface is broken
Cracked, cruelly
And there’s nothing but prickly slicing shards
Never to be handled

But we see you Lord Jesus Christ
Far outside every city,
And your face is marked and your feet are limp
And your lungs are full

Full of the world’s air.
Please fill our smoggy skies with your last breath.