the wall against the alley is brightly colored with graffiti.
The bricks behind the layers of paint fit together
like an intricate puzzle. Stretching high and wide above the street.
The stained glass window that
once depicted the crucifixion of Christ
is stained with bird droppings.
As if no one cares, small pieces of that window are broken,
leaving holes in the sacrifice of the Lord.
The spires of this once-populated church strain to touch the clouds,
crying out to the surrounding world that this building still exists.
The boards across the large oak doors in front
contradict the cry of the steeple
by reminding the world that this building
is desolate and decaying.
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