Such wonderful comfort
in the echo of the Church hall
Glorious hymns shake the stained glass
as rosary beads itch the sweaty necks
of black laced sinners |
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| I was christened here |
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The damp confessional
and sour breath of priests
blown through sliding wood dividers
make me real
as I dine on His body
and quench my thirst with His blood |
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| I was baptized here |
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Hand carved pews
and red velvet kneeling benches
shriek quietly on rusted hinges
while frightened corpses
hear the Death rattle in pocket change
on the bottom of donation baskets |
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| I was realized here |
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| Now I am yours. |
