Rotund brown stone goddess
Enshrined in a glass box
Deeply etched and sometimes glued
Walls of this "temple" are brightly lit
Illuminated with incandescent tube
Overweight chunk of Buddha stares blankly
Overweight chunk of Buddha stares blankly
A hundred stone reincarnations
Another weathered statue towers
A long dead Pharaoh listens to the shuffle
A single pair of feet in the last six hours
In this Hall of the gods
In this Hall of the gods
Passed the Hell of the mobs
Bored senseless art students race
Noisy families frantically pace
All move past without a face
In the sterile filtered air
In the sterile filtered air
No stone or leaden idol smells
This disinfected lifeless afterlife
Modern-day equivalent pagan hell
No longer tributes of grain or blood
No longer tributes of grain or blood
No human sacrifice still required
Staring impassive tour guides
Stone eyelids never grow tired
In another building down the block
Stone eyelids never grow tired
In another building down the block
In a turn of the century chapel
Shadows bow in reverence
To a Cross affixed to the wall
Its occupant long since departed
The imprints of pierced feet
Walk out into the sunshine of life
In the heart of every single disciple
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