We kept building our steeples higher until
emissions streamed to thousands of miles away,
so we built our steeples higher until —
though at first we couldn’t tell - emissions
circled the globe to snow & rain
on us. So we built our steeples higher,
of food. Instead, we should have dug a hole
preternatural desire. Adream, we’ll kneel
in pews there: flowers of stained glass above us
tearing over our steeples higher & higher.
Articles by William Heyen
