New Uses of The Churchyard

The Cathedral is beautiful when it's empty
without priests or layperson's to give mass
It becomes a part of nature, the perch for a starling.
As I walk around it, I get to make of it what
I want, interpret it how I want.
The days of Jesus Christ in the Eucharist
are over, Jesus Christ in The Geniis lamp over
for me.

This poem is about: 
My community
Our world


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