re(turn) to an empty church

they worry;

wonder where –

wonder where – they’ve gone

leader to the silent prayer

like a roach with poison.

they still love, you

carefully manufactured poison

with love, but you must

know

you’re an imagineer

carrier of this art, this message

this this this-

you carried everything, in place

not a scratch a dent

the burnt pages were dealt with care-

never questioning

never wondering

just- keeping.

you worried, they appreciated

they’re back – in silence