Lola Maria's Homecoming

Text on brittle, acidic papers

Soprano crescendo from the pious women of the church

Belting archaic hymns of the gates of heaven

And the power shuts down in a snap.

In a snap the light bulbs glare

Charged full by the day tonight they are proud

And the singing resumes

Pious women, belting archaic hymns of the 

Gates of heaven.

Words on acidic papers, sheets of hymns

They glow, they beat, they speak

To the living who sings the archaic hymns

Of the gates of heaven

Shining ever brighter than the emergency bulbs on the ceiling.

Not a verse interrupted 

When the power shut down in a snap

The pious women of the church

Resume in their high pitch singing

The archaic hymns of the gates of heaven.

And the body lies still

Doesnt blink, doesnt twitch

Impervious of the momentary darkness 

Subdued by the high pitch singing

Of the archaic hymns of the gates of heaven.

If not for the light bulbs

And the soprano singing of the pious women

I would have never understood

The archaic hymns about the golden gates of heaven.