There was light in the cathedral
when you passed.
Flickering as the gurgling of your heart,
floundering flame of faith snuffed out.
Prostrated before some monstrous altar,
pleading to pictures for fortune’s reversal.
Mocked in silence as knees went numb,
pews throbbed in lamentation.
Light went out in the darkness of the house,
murmurs to heaven all but faded out.
Somewhere you floated to invisible ghosts,
where stricken voices fall on deaf ears.
When sense at last came around,
judgement mocked from a thousand eyes.
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