New Providence

Once in a town where turkeys' beaks clucked, A church stood 'tween the graves dug into the mud's muck. Stained windows simmered in the daylight's strung steam which had hit A large chandelier coruscating with crystals careened by what the sun lit. An iridescent dancing daze of carnelian and vermillion flickered the electrolier, Waltzing in the air round the chapel's meridian where hung the chandelier. Its pendants were portents of how what once is up must come down, For they shook in the clattering bustle of this village named Turkey Town. One day the massive chandelier came crashing to the floor without consequence, For by chance the church was empty, and the town became New Providence.