grab up a whole bucket of them,
sweep all the floors,
the smallest bits the ****** the
pieces of broken people,
bring them here,
the sinners , because I have been one,
and the floor I suspect,
would be clean of souls,
shiny no people left,
just an earthen loneliness,
a holy scene, a dance floor empty
a shrine:
is that what we propose for God's
sake?
An empty world ,
an empty place?
I do not judge , yet I do see,
that those that do are often the one's
in need of forgiveness.