Aug 292011
 

The silent woman in the church
On nerves and vitriol does her work.
Doilies of the crucifixion
From warm young hands spread benediction.

Beyond the garden, where interred
Repose parental elders of the herd,
A picket fence keeps neat within
A few old sinners gone to Hell again.

The silent woman in the church
Tho' fourteen summers have blown away
Hiked up her heavy velvet skirts
Fourteen summers ago today.

And love was in her dawning eyes
And a wild slow dance in her step....
She turned a measure from where the graveyard lay
Like a promise not yet kept.


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