Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.
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After the alleluia, chairs must still be stacked. Someone gathers paper cups.
For men who lead from the front, and men who keep the chairs in rows: make us faithful.
After the church dinner, five men begin stacking chairs. The oldest carries two at a time.
The bulletin says family and friends, so the doors must mean it. Make room for the aunt who raised him,
They came carrying spices, prepared to tend the dead. Dawn had barely found
After church, the table gathers lilies, chipped plates, and more chairs than match.
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