Vestments and sceptres for a song of evening
Arching stonework that God could curl under
Sacred is cold over marble,
The choir robes slide on mosaic tiles -
Spiritual silence and dust permeate.
Yellowed pages on a lectern of ash.
Sip on your lines, let Jesus blood mingle down.
Lacquered pews
Bent melody
Holy fog
Malnourished cathedrals
still and empty
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