I have been to that church

Widely known for

Not having been canonical.

But there I was,

Dancing in the light

Above the communion table;

The light scorched me

Taking away one of my wings.

It fell off right there.

Puzzled, I was looking at myself

Wondering what I had become and

If now I had made a better resemblance

To a human.

Who knows?

The secret is still lurking somewhere there

Scattered in the dust

That benevolently buried

The leftovers of the veil

Of my innocent oblivion.

8.08.2004