Sunday Detention

Cold and dark;

Silence quieter

Than the grave.

Little light enters

Through the soiled windows, and the delicate layer

Of dust stifles any sound. On either side of the

Long shadowy aisle, the soulless pews are all paying respect;

Forever bowed. All the light meets, emphasizing a

Man and a wooden cross, shadowing a table

Elaborately adorned.

The only movement

Is of a lonely Altar Boy

Dwarfed by the size of

The ominous shadows.

The darkness consuming

The only light left; and

The tiny Altar Boy exits

Swiftly before the

Darkness can finish its meal.

And all alone hangs a man,

His disheartened face the last

To disappear before the

Darkness consumes