3/'05
the dead altar
standing tall and proud,
draped in holy cloth,
two candles burning at its corners.
the life had been sucked out of here long ago.
columns standing tall,
between are statues of saints
that seem to wink and laugh
about the body of Christ,
who hangs above it all.
Appearing to crawl up into the ceiling
Just to get away from it
From the tortured mourning of this place.
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