Churches

I write in churches 

And churchyards

Where children yelp 

And chatter

Swinging on playground structures

Never to be Left Out

Of God’s sanctimonious 

Plan

I write in rigid church pews 

Holding breathes 

Gathered in the Underworld of my

Chest 

Releasing scalded thoughts

On Hallowed Ground

Pens are shovels 

That unearth writerly joy

Or bury it

Deep in worm-infested 

Soil

Instead

I could carve

Infinite wormholes onto

Limitless paper scraps

Uproot graves

The dead decomposed 

I write to resuscitate 

The bones

Nothing without a brain

Vermiculation inside

And outside

Aging, papery wrinkles

Feathering, flake away when 

I write in churches, churchyards, graveyards

In and On

Evolving and Dissolving

Grim Reaper Earth

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