To Torch And Burn

February 20, 2020

Masquerading in a church full of dreams,

all parishioners in their pews

The preacher straightens his mask and starts,

a sermon old renewed

Hellfire and brimstone come roaring out,

words to torch and burn

His face staying hidden as the nightmare unfolds

—the congregation’s dreams left spurned

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)

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