The sexton had one job:
keep the font lid dusted
though it had been ages
since it had been lifted
~
and may be ages more
with rusting factories
and Ichabod pews
priests and wardens
~
heavy and ornate
turning tired pages
with monotone voice
and icicle hands.
~
But through it all
the sexton knew:
keep the font lid dusted.
I like this very much. It reminds me of something between Betjeman and Blake. Keep it up.