Dark Vestibule

She had wanted to be devout: But the church itself whispered in ghosts, And listed in wind, with a strange keening; And the fewer the people, the lesser its charm- She felt in some way, that it wished her harm. For the dead had filled the vestibule, Dark coffins on the dais- And all the singing in the world Could not wipe out that presence. Weird that the tall, tall mortuary of god Reminded her mostly (and often) of sod; And certainly something should also be said For those religions, kept out the dead. For the dead had filled the vestibule, Dark coffins on the dais- And all the singing in the world Could not wipe out that presence.