Hollowed Halls

Beneath the stone of arcing hollow
Echo footfalls of the hallows
Seep through time long silenced whispers
Fall on ears inclined to listen

Bishops under Cardinals
Princes of the capital
Too all manner of celebrity
Still I prefer simplicity

Whose condition leaves them most to gain
While every pittance rendered unto greedy hand
Far too much where hope of sustenance is lain
Yet they, it ever seems, offer most without demand

It’s none of these I see today
By price of entry held at bay
Once was the time when pews were filled
By those allowed the least of say