II
He had seen war, and knees never buckled.
He had killed children, shed a tear and finished
the mother. The enemy had no face,and he
no patience, only the urge to return. But this bridegroom,
fell the the ground, crushed by the weird of Christ
and his cross, felled by the immense stone ceiling,
coffered and carved, felled by the priest's thick
embroidered coat, by a long dragging train,
by the Father, and an assistant manager position
at Kinko's.
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