Sunglasses

Why are you here?
Walk into the Victorian decorated building.
Eyes puffy, blood thin,
Spent the morning slowly driving
Into the lot that’s already full.
Shades on, chin up,
Walk the walk but don’t open your mouth.
Shameful Sunday,
Last row filled with twenty of you who slip their shades into their pocket and stare at the floor disowning their Lord.

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