Churchyard At Wintertime

Congregation filing out

Church filling out, vestry feels tight

Rank with accidie rank and file

Snow outside Rankin Bass

Brass outside blackened railings

Bracken shades shy songbird’s wailing

Worms within but frost encasing

As between God and subject

Graves, gospels, altars all defiled, secret Father’s name reviled

Plucked from plots gyring skyward, saint-near and near-saints

Angelicube’s infinite sides plot every side plot story of story of glories

If poetry was easy, or naked, men would flock to it.

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