Condemnation placard
Stapled to the church door
With the commanding tone
Of Luther’s notice.
The Condemned has stately bones
But its skin and viscera
Are in shambles.
Sun pierces stained glass,
Bathing dirty surfaces
With bright color,
But the dust and rat shit
Remain to create a
Miasma within.
One day a wrecking ball
Will make good on the
Condemnation.
I don’t believe. I don’t disbelieve. I have insufficient data on which to draw a conclusion.
two bodies
orbiting each other:
without distance, crash.
At least some part of me is always ready to move on.
However, I am missing the phase of human development in which the preponderance of social change advanced the Enlightenment values of tolerance, democratic governance, and rule of law.
The sign said that one cannot swim,
But the chances of that were quite slim.
It looked like pea soup,
But the color of poop,
To swim up Shit Creek you'd have to be dim.
statue gazes down
as if viewing the painting
by trees on water
a plank of wood
floats downriver past houses
clustered on the bank.
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