“What are they building here?”

“A police station.”

“Wasn’t there a church here before?”

“Yes. They tore it down.

The church died. They boarded

the windows, surrounded

it with chain link topped by

barbed wire and sold

to the city.”

“Says something doesn’t it.”

“Like what?”

“They traded spirit for law

and faith for enforcement.”

“I don’t know. I never

went to that church.”

♠