Shards Hung Like Dagger-Teeth

In the broken chapel
where the altar was marred
but not destroyed

I remained on my knees
my head just below
a thick swarm of gnats.

I came here to tear the building down
for boards to use to create art
like I do with faded and dilapidated red barns.

A new future was planned
for this site.
So a poster on a telephone pole stated.

I thought of all the prayers
fumbled and soaked into
these floorboards

and how those stories
would guide my carving tools
or arrange the paint colors.

I am not sure what I would do
if those dropped prayers
were in a foreign language.

copyright © 2022 Kenneth P. Gurney

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