On a cracked stoop, a pile of children’s shoes

There’s a pint of ash, love deformed

Situated, very still in that stone well

Jesus glows in the musty hallway

I’ll dig ‘til I smell sulfur


I slip the mundane

Rather I be another dead kid?

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