do you not find
the church bells are silent
the church bells are silent
graffiti the dereliction’s blanket
detritus the ghost’s carpet
the harmonium teeth in grimace
shine under the roof’s tears
slate the hymn book’s only bookmark
soaked in spittle words
is this deconsecration
then who decreed it done
if i fall on my knees
will they laugh and slam
the veneered one-hinged door
shall i stay or shall i go
or shall i vacillate for evermore
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