Herbert Siao Poet I do not know?

Broken Lives

The flowers beside the pulpit- 
         The man of God- 
           Spake in front- 
          His face radiant- 
Eye deep-rooted in the skull- 
       Whole congregation- 
           Silently nodded- 
Eyes pasted on the movement-
             Of his hand- 
        Way the pendulum- 
      Swung from time to time- 
           Beneath the roof- 
Outside the world about to rain- 
             Broken lives- 
               Restored- 
       That's what he said- 
               Insisted- 
Like he dances on the stage.

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