A tiny catholic in a mad coffin
nature’s dwarf settles for this moment
the railway wind finds its way into the night and
the sun breaks down to reveal its unusual heart.
Now the dull days turn suddenly to color
the bachelor father sees his wrinkled mistakes and
prays for atonement, or at least a cure for this sadness.
Hats on chests -hardly a week goes by without some lord
giving us a rueful ritual
a burial of sighs
-poor darkness.
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