The thought that a church
might make others holy
after those who stopped going
closed it down,
transformed it to an asylum
where the residents sigh,
we'd be fine were we 'whole';
why mess us up with the 'y'?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A fine distinction between 'holy' and 'wholly'-homophones. Madness and religion could well go together as cause and effect, in some believers. A most subtle poem of great depth.