Enlightenment Poem by Ray Savill

A red brick edifice stands quiet alone,
Just a single section, with only one throne.
Stale must of body purvey all this space,
Some find it inviting, some a disgrace.
Dirt and dinginess was all he espied
loose dressed, he moved to the white alter, inspired.
Masculine room all graphic and shorn
of the dignity, so unnaturally born.
Resplendent with fair hue of cropped hair
he stood at the alter, all naked and bear,
His manly perfection he doubted not once
when at some point of distance he heard a crunch.
A serpent from the depths, did come and arise,
To destroy the myth, that was his disguise.