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He had dreamt about this moment
his entire life
he had been picturing a perfectly simple white veil
the mild wind with a few rain drops coming down
for abundance
the blue garter somewhere up on the leg
the greek style white dress as long as the aisle
no, longer, leaning on the church's stairs
no, longer, across the streets and avenues
over and around the hills behind his home
but
from somewhere else far away
something is suddenly pulling it all
silk and lace and priest
rives and drags the bodies out of the monastery
in blood 
on the stairs and streets and avenues and hills and inside his home
where
now you can hear from the street
a voice screaming from the bedroom "yes! yes!" and
another from the basement shouting the same