The World Alone

The pope walks empty streets

He walks like a toddler

Wobbly, but dedicated

He sees the people that aren’t there

He holds them in his head

Like a card counter does numbers

And hopes to break the bank with his prayers

Down alleys he turns to find

A church

But now the whole world is a church

Standing solid, empty, and silent.

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