Christmas,
Martha-Mary Chapel
Let me side step the velvet rope
Step back to all my silent nights
Back pew a pantry shelf
For jars of doubters and those drawn
To take in the night through tonsured
Monks of wavy pane, enough to sit
Straight backed, feet planted
Our shoulders delivered, bags of cement
Stacked neatly just outside the door.
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