Robert Gibb He's missing from the only kind of heaven We have left in Homestead--the plate-headed saint Who stood sentinel above Saint Michael's, Dozing on duty through the great dismantling Of the mills, and then that of the congregation, The days of solemn supplication piling up. The diocese has been busy cutting losses ever since, Saint Mary's the first to close, her biblical picture Windows sold as well as the copper downspouts, The basement now mosaicked with mold. To which negligence you can add Saint Michael's, Boarded up, its statue missing as if derelict Or salvaged from the masthead of the wreckage.
Prairie Schooner – University of Nebraska Press
Published: Jul 21, 2013