After Church, Mom and my little brother,
Gabriel Drove past cow pastures to Grandma's.
Stopping off of Highway 62 we saw a church
Overgrown with thorns and anarchic azaleas,
Taken back by wilderness.
Wondering what happened,
Mom explained how Pastor Korn had caused a split
In this once just erected Baptist facility. Now Lawyers
Owned it. Outside we ventured behind
The brick building, where eerie elms swallowed
The sanctuary, going this way and that
Enormous holly bushes with prickle branches
Tiny red berries, pixels of crimson against
Withering sienna sticker stalks
Of sunflowers bowed their heads while dried blood
Geraniums roamed with wild onion like hyssop.
My little brother called it a jungle.
I was explaining to him primary and secondary
(Growth of fields) when I saw a Black slither-
Ing thing; the ground was alive, crystal spark
Black as mud, as big around as my arm, I
Hauled tail out of there my little brother: What?
Can I see? What was it? It was a rat snake.
It eats rats. Big hairy rats apparently.
Cool. He said, where? Over there past that coiling vine
Entwined with that twisted tree. That's a wire, stupid
He pointed to an electrical wire, severed,
And dangling from a fallen gutter
Full of rusted leaves. I know, that wasn't
What I saw. Going back for one more look
Briars snagged my khakis, but up steps I held
On black railing to see through the back door
window next to an old Air conditioning
unit, rust urine on pealing white.
What is it? He was caught by oppressive
Cedars. An offering plate and pews
And hymnals, they're all there. The Lord's Supper
Table with the silver offering plate.
There's not even dust-a piano. It's black-
The carpet's clean too. Everything's clean. What
Is this? Let me see. I boosted him up
To the tiny square window with cobwebs.
Lets break in. We can't do that, Gabe, let's go.
I want to see better. We climbed up front,
A cement stairway covered canopy
Of holly tree progeny. Squished the red
Embryos as we stooped. Vines crept up sidewalk
Up the front entrance, the doorknob was a hole
Where we saw brass coat hangers, but no coats.
Door's locked, Let's go. The cedars scratches
Wait I just wanna see what's inside. Leaving,
I could see a myrtle tree sampling
growing in the gutter, pink puffs taken by
The Wind. I wish I could get inside.