MEN MAKE HAVOC
The leaded glass was all over the street and the
workers were aghast. 'We're supposed to be
restoring this church, not wrecking it, goddamn!'
I watched some folks pick up shards - 'I want a
good St. Stephen!', one said. Another sat on the
ground, almost crying but staring - anyway,
yes, the window had come flying our of the
second-level height and shattered on the ground.
It came out as a unit, fooling me. I'd figured, if
it broke, it would fall in separate pieces; the color
breaks of all that stained glass. Prayers to the left
of me, prayers to the right; how many years of
supplication had just hit the ground?
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