In front of the pulpit,
As usual,
There're the cushions, liturgy, and hymn book.
In front of the pulpit
Is emptiness.
A bee had stung you there,
I heard your muffled scream,
Saw your distorted face.
Now, I hear another muffled scream,
Another distorted face.
Unknowingly you have destroyed
The life of not one but two.
Unwittingly I have let myself get involved,
Get hurt.
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