Under the Chapel
by Judah Skoff


Under the chapel
The priest knelt while
The dust collected and
Prayer ensued.

Over on the beach
Under a streak of white
Darkness
Walked a calm bird
Who pecked and prowled
Where the raven sun
Cried at hearts.

The pew with dust and cobwebs dry
Turned faces below
Where the priests face cracked.

Under the chapel
The stone wood chipped
And wood dried
After a rain soaked night.

And with one voice
Rose to prayer:
The gothic figure above.






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