Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu (16 January 1968 / Umuahia, Nigeria)
During the peace of the altar,
Pews knelt down piously;
The pulpit stood and conducted
Verdure, rosary and the paternoster
And the clergy hummed soulfully.
Roars, rasps and hisses of tension
Harmed the altar.
Beads, broken and far-flung,
Scattered the heart of the rosary;
Witches roasted the pews on winter nights;
The pulpit, a fallen horse, slept on
With the lines of the paternoster.
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