(Uppsala, 16th century)

In worn and warm lutheran wooden pews
Inside of windows nailed shut with boards
So that they might not spot the dignity pass by
On their way to the cathedral next door
In mid-winter darkness with only
The flickering light of living candles 
Caressing the walls of hewd stone and paintings
Bible stories and devils and Eden
Sat peasants tucked in like hens in their nests
Coughing mumbling buzzing night
Before the elderly gesticulating priest
Loudly reading the sermon on the mount
From a leather bound King Charles XII Bible
Like a prophet on the walls of Jericho
As snow fell outside
Pure as righteousness from on high