The faithful gather in their ornamental pride
Heads bowed neatly, all in a row.
Like the headstones in the cemetery outside.
In the graveyard, insects creep
Scuttling unseen, they consume from within.
The choir in the church
Drowns out the sound
Of a thousand mouths chewing
The voices in church ring out higher and higher
Rising and falling, seeking glorious heights.
Until one sour note sounds, almost unheard
Then another note falters
And another until
The choir fades
All is still…
And the munching goes on.
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