Altitudinal Strongholds

Candles burned their encore, sent their smoky 

ropes to fatigued altitudinal strongholds.

They slid downward to sinners knee deep

in glossy pews...combing their kneecaps 

to sooth a momentarily localized numbness.

Body parts and parts, to parts, and parts...

that are bodies that fell asleep.

Flesh sleeps its church...we are the encore

our candles await.

Konstantinos Mark