Broken Lives

The flowers beside the pulpit-
The man of God-
Spake in front-
His face radiant-
Eye deep-rooted in the skull-
Whole congregation-
Silently nodded-
Eyes pasted on the movement of his hand-
Way the pendulum-
Swung from time to time-
Beneath the roof-
Outside the world about to rain-
Broken lives-
That’s what he said-
Like he dances on the stage.


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