a chapel in dereliction
the chapel in need is now green stoned
down derelict black on dusty pews
fallen like snow on crunched slate prayers
long dead bereft the once good news
the coming ages dumb long gone
and god-only-knows the where’s
and the why-fors of iced bones turned
in graves where once lights shone
or shimmied off the felled bible stands
page numbers splayed and crooked lined
dampening forever all causes so inclined
where bare stark wires in witness strands
or doors so unhinged as to sarcophagate
that which was once heaven’s narrow gate
thrown wide now to the congealing wind
enveiled in moss on walls ingrained
in the devil’s footsteps how we hate
the run of time’s thoughts as if preordained
kiltered high where rusting time berates
our anguished cries in silence screamed
why can we not awaken from this dream
this nightmare that in timeless time
why why has all returned to grime
chapel so silent in an emptiness now
with ne’er a thought with ne’er a prayer
however long your look before you turn to ask how
answer says there is nothing here there is nothing there
that will dare reply to you
other than to commiserate
there there my lonely child
be still in this your grieving
mercy can and will be mild
if you go on believing
that dereliction can be
and this a new beginning
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