© 2009 by Christopher Clymer Kurt

It’s the pulpit to pound
And the hardened, lonely pew
Coffin under the ground
Pointy steeple, too

Judge's gavel in hand
Ancient clock showing time
Creaky boards in the stand
Gallows waiting outside

Sermons from the notes we write
Justice rendered, wrong or right
Pieces from the time of Christ, all
Pages in the book of life.

Heavy doors but no room
Withered fig down at the bend
Table of the bridegroom
Crosses of the three condemned