by John McKernan
Oxygen everywhere Hiding out from the Carbon
Many people in church this morning wore disguises
The baby resembled the scar in his mother's stomach
The woman in the mechanized wheelchair held a
pillow stuffed with purple paper & candy bars
Her tears were disguised as a waterfall
God was hiding in a candle He was the bright unlit
flame
An army of foreign words hung suspended from
the rafters after flinging themselves against
the sunlight on the stained glass window
One visitor tossed three bullets in the collection basket
A med student with a stethoscope shivered and left
early listening to the loud hymns and the size
of those human hearts
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