At the altar, a girl in a cassock
snuffs out the candles one by one.
The long pole with its bell-shaped end
swallows tongues of fire.
The empty nave mourns the end
of light, of flickering warmth . . .
–Excerpt from “In the Dark” in Hanging Like Hope on the Equinox by Donna Pucciani (Virtual Artists Collective, Chicago 2013). First published in International Poetry Review.