Reverent
long after the mass,
the cavernous cathedral
still hums and echoes
with hymns coming down
it seems from nooks
and topmost rafters
of its roofs;
veiled, veined women
with long black rosaries
thumb through dark-brown,
worn-out books in their
wrinkled hands, sighing,
murmuring, sobbing,
praying still.
behind them two janitors
noisily move about
sweeping the aisles,
dusting the pews,
trying to say let's go,
got work to do,
can't say so.
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