The night will take its quarters over London
And the Saint Paul Cathedral once a beacon of light
Is a mere tourist attraction sinking in the darkness
In times of fear and pandemic of the aeons past
Fervent crowds would congregate, seek protection and pray
Today’s Ministers of God obey to Ministers of Government
Leave a sorry note on a locked door and disappear
Sending their flock to be fleeced without a blessing
And all our virtual whims will be satisfied
If we pray to the plasma gods and hide
The silent and confidential deluge is here
A new Noah bot shall muster all the animals
But will not find a couple of humans
Fit for the biblical purpose
Photo Hugh Ardoin The Urban Landscapes Gallery