I thought I was safe here

Toeing the line unseen
beneath the hallowed lawn,
searching, always searching
with hard working solitude.

Today he will wake to my existence,
peer through the arched window of
holy high-rise living

for my life of sealed tears has waited
in fossorial galleries to build
my cathedrals.

He will see invasion, destruction
of the ordained pattern. He will have to
dig deep into his black book to understand
my need.