The altar was in front of an alcove-
a recess with stones, a cross and a hill,
a thick black wire running in to the space-
probably to provide suitable lighting,
but reminding me of a snake.
A focal point as the pastor yammered,
glossing over her ninety-four years,
moving on to his opportunity to evangelize,
he was undoubtably racking up some points in heaven.
A couple in front leaned in together,
taking up less than two of the joined chairs.
They seemed to want to join with the speakers,
but instead, quietly held hands, and held back
while “Amen!” rang out around them.