Old English Church
Ways to pep up the pulpit and pew,
gave way to ennui.
The clergy went away to get help
and never came back.
Eventually, thundering sky's cracked
stone, spire, and gable;
neglect and cold winds
nibbled at sculptured arch and buttress.
Where once was a stained-glass light,
weeds and tree-bones reach.
Where once cassocks swept
mice now nest
while above, priestly owls perch.
Eventually, walls crumbled
into niche and cranny.
Amid the spacy ruin
Jackdaws laid their speckled eggs -
angels fan danced by moonlight.
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