Cold stone
wrenched
from
the warm womb of mother earth
forms
a memory crypt,
and
stale, incensual memories
lie
heavy, and hormonal
over
the white, wax-stained sheet
that
covers Abraham’s altar.
Saintly downcast eyes
-
alabaster surveillance-
watch
the comings and goings,
as
salvation is dolled out by incantation,
and
holy water.
Lives
blessed in,
and out;
tears
shed carelessly by anointed hand.
©Niall
OConnor 2014
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