La Iglesia San Patricio
A Church told me a tale tonight,
As I listened in the dark,
The pillars screamed injustices,
The limestone whispered, "Hark!
The angels no more sing to herald,
now their songs lament,
The five, the mighty chosen stones,
The fallen represent,
Airplanes dropped the gift of life,
into the mighty sea,
But though we closed our doors, our hearts,
The waves we could not flee."
Above the arch a bird so white,
Nestled in the stones,
And her companion black as night,
Builds in me a taunting fright,
That we may never see it right,
And shame it with a camera light,
This church that none can own.
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