A POEM BY DOMINIK SLUSARCZYK

c/o The Mystic Pilgrim at Flickr

Forever and ever
We converse about this little church.
You want to cover it with shiny baubles and flashing fairy lights
So it will always be Christmas.
I want to fill it with fragile bubbles
So it will always be bath time.

This church has stood strong for centuries
But we will be here to see it fall.

Nothing built with stone can ever last.

I see this church
As shadows in cobwebbed corners.
You see this church
As a soldier angrily piercing the side of the sky.

You have to have lived to die.

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Dominik Slusarczyk is an artist who makes everything from music to painting. His poetry has been published in various literary magazines including Fresh Words, Berlin Lit, and Home Planet News. His fiction has been published in moonShine Review.