Pax Modern

Away from fading windows
sealed deep within the efficient building
empty chairs wait.
Gleaming floors echo
friends laughing
hello and
but here I sit
The sun set without me tonight.
Through long corridors I watched
as slit windows softly glowed
with withered passion.
In this comfortable cave
sterile bright altars serve
convenient offerings.
No squalor of crucifixion here!

These are painless rooms,
climate controlled,

My soul dozes.

From troubling dreams
of resurrection
beige walls lull me
to dubious peace.


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