Between two empty wheelchairs
In a hotel foyer in Lourdes
A potted plant stands on its plinth
Like a small green god.
Did you know asks wheelchair one
That Jesus has been seen on a jar of marmite?
Wheelchair two is silent.
Heavy on arrival,
It’s leaving light.
Death, and not a miracle tipped the scales
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