The prompt was Legacies and Archaeology.
Where is Glory
The Ark of the Covenant is ablaze
five gardens away; there is papal smoke
at my wall and I can smell
the burning shittim-wood.
Tonight our rheumatics will be eased,
but what is lost for this fever relief?
They said the tablets were long gone,
I do not disbelieve them.
The smoke is a snake in the back gardens.
There are rules, I had said, they cried, No more.
The voice of God is no more.
I watch the white smoke and wonder
these ashes, what shall we do
with these ashes.
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