sunday
the church is closed
the reverend father
had caught covid-19
and under
quarantine
the real disaster
is this: no notice is posted
at the church door
and all the people keep
on waiting
and telling stories
about the father
one says he is dying
the other says he is recovering
so many theories
from the people who
cannot move on their
lives
without religion.
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