Cathedral Windows by Neil Cladingboel

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I see them kneeling at the pews,
The tortured few who could not choose,
Cathedral windows with mirrored views,
The haunting memories they'll never lose...

Worshipping a cause long lost,
Their blinded eyes bleed tears unstopped;
Their nuclear, frost-bitten skin
Peels off in shreds to atone their sins

Beyond the windows
The rain still falls,
Radiated lightning
Strikes the leaded walls

Inside their cathedral,
They sit at the controls;
The militant leaders,
The last living souls...

(From "Tale Spin and Visions of Transition", 2001, 2003.)