ALTAR
I came to your altar
to worship
check out the place,
speak to your God
and ask him
a few things
but a homily I got
and a dubious one too,
condemning all
barbarians,
is what
I did receive
painting the picture
for me
the one I am supposed
to believe in so
much
I cannot but see
but the picture did
not show itself, I felt
deficient in vision
all the gold everywhere
blinding me
leaving me
struggling for balance
beginning to sympathize
with the thought
that it
would be
better
burnt down.
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