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I Found a Church Inside of a Church
by Shannon AdeleIf you'll meet me there, not halfway,
I can show you the dirt basement
walls scrawled with the body of
yourself. I won't show you the painting
with the horses. Black and banging their
teeth against each others, just to feel.
I won't show you heaven, where there
aren't any teeth. Or dog heaven,
because all dogs going there is a myth.
Or a lie. Or a page ripped from
the bible. A bible. At night when
the larvae hatch inside the walls,
inside the body of yourself. I won't tell
the birds, the cranes especially. 07/24/2008 Posted on 07/26/2008
Copyright © 2024 Shannon Adele
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Christina Gleason on 07/28/08 at 01:34 AM i like cranes. and this. i kind of miss you. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 03/12/11 at 01:52 PM I loved every word in this ode whose every sentence rears like a horse and comes stomping down its hooves into my soul, there to make a lasting impression. |
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