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Three Pews of Mourners
The widower and kin in the front pew
And in the next cousins and beloved friends
And in the third, poor disconcerted souls
Grandchildren grown, and come from far away
From far away through metaphysical gaps
And not entirely sure where they might be
Here where their parents brought them for baptism
Long since adrift upon some obscure sea
Clutches of keys and mobile ‘phones held dear
Eyes darting about in suspicion and fear
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