Frozen statues in the cold. Washed in moonlight, blue and gold. Mary's babe in plastic hay. Quiet wonder on her face. Mary you look so serene. Far too pretty, much too clean. We might think we k
This is where the walls gave way. This is demolition day. All the debris and all this dust. What is left of what once was. Sorting through what goes and what should stay. Every stone I laid for Y
