What impresses me is how this expresses such a complex mix of emotions in 14 lines, the same mix I imagine I'd feel if my neighborhood church were converted into office space (or whatever it is that needs antennas). As I read it, the octave is about nostalgia, loss, and a beseiged feeling. It's "our" spire, "our" sun-washed wall. The image of stained glass windows being replaced with plexiglass suggests a change for the worse, the loss of something beautiful. Then of course there's anger in the spondees of "Law veiled child rape" and the hammering at the end, and a weary uncertainty in "stagger toward that day."
The words "faith may force" are loaded with meaning(s).
[This message has been edited by Rose Kelleher (edited July 04, 2005).]
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