wore
the same floral print dress
 
sat in
the same pew
 
sang
the same tuneless hymns
 
recited
the same prayers
 
shook
the same clammy hand
 
beneath the door of the church,
and yet despite her habitual faith 
God blighted her with lung cancer
 
three weeks from diagnosis 
to furnace
 
as I look upon the empty pew
 
and smell 
the same stale air
 
I can’t help but think
that I really should give up
smoking.
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