my heart is a church

my heart is a church
I’ve pissed in the pews
the roof is bombed out
the candles are broken.

the windows are dirty
the doors are locked tight
the altars are built
of barbed wire and bones.

the wind blows through
the rain pours in
the bells don’t ring
the dead don’t die.

the child in the corner
looks for his shadow
his eyes are frozen
he cannot cry.

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December 4th, 2011 in poems | tags: , , , , , , ,

3 Comments Add your own

  • 1. kath&hellip  |  December 5th, 2011 at 9:44 am

    A disturbing, heart wrenching, genius poem, one of the best that I have read for long time. Thank you Rick.
    @sheepfoldcarer

  • 2. Jan&hellip  |  December 14th, 2011 at 12:55 pm

    Rick,

    Having met you online has enriched my life. Thank you.

  • 3. Rick&hellip  |  December 31st, 2011 at 11:12 am

    Thanks to both of you, Kath and Jan, for your very kind comments. You’re both doing very wonderful work as well and I’m grateful to have made your acquaintances in 2011.

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