Pike resides in Gothic gloom
among the ever-descending piers
in dense silence.
Is the shadow of a ripple.
A Christian life,
shaped to it;
does as God directs.
Has the dark stain of silt.
Sweeps nave and aisles,
never actually grumbles,
swallows the unwary altar boy.
Is custodian of the gravel.
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