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The building rises, like a Goliath, on the spartan rural landscape. /// Free from the messy particulars / of particular community, in a world of Walmarts, // and ghost-town arterial main streets, / it offers a centralized mission statement, / communion // en masse. /// Survival now proffered / from the stage; consumed // in stadium seating... [//] The church walls slowly. The inhabitants / unsteadily. Of daily offerings. Compliance / to conscription. Community espoused / through ritual. In cleansing. // Whose God / is dead? // The church walls slowly // Spell his name. [now] Over and / again.
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Where constant bombardment / provokes indifference, dilapidation / running rampant (as it is, always, / seeming / to do) // Creative forces are / yet surging from / that wellspring // Here. In these heart lands. Whose heart / grows cold... [//] Heaven Is. / An ugly place. / Without art. // (The overlay obstructs, / and – creating juxtaposition / from prior distinction – / provokes) // A beautiful heaven / births what art? /// This (your) misery / bears such bountiful fruit. // Hung so strangely. / From the poplar trees.
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