I sought you, Love, in all the hidden places but I did not find you.
I could not find you between the pews as the chapel cracked, the rafters bowed, and the roof fell in.
You were not there when the vestry rang in echo of your absence. Empty robes gathered dust.
Wine turned to vinegar and bread to dust.
Where were you when her crumbling loft sang for you?
It creaked a hymn scratched out on rustling brittle scores.
Where are your people? Lost.
Your name? Co-opted.
The heel is struck.
Meant to take up wings we took up arms instead.
I could not find you between the pews as the chapel cracked, the rafters bowed, and the roof fell in.
You were not there when the vestry rang in echo of your absence. Empty robes gathered dust.
Wine turned to vinegar and bread to dust.
Where were you when her crumbling loft sang for you?
It creaked a hymn scratched out on rustling brittle scores.
Where are your people? Lost.
Your name? Co-opted.
The heel is struck.
Meant to take up wings we took up arms instead.
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