The darkness sifts in and out
The darkness sifts in and out and erases
INRI on the altarpiece in the old stone church
and wanders down between the pews where opened
hymn books turn their backs on me. The dusk
follows me through the porch all the way to the graveyard
where the headstone inscriptions become illegible, no names
appear, only a weathered optimistic REST IN PEACE.
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