"Remembrance"
 by Geraldine Cook Davis
The following is a prose poem

The streets of De Beaupre' lie silent
 as footsteps enter one of the 
most noted churches in Canada.
Testimony to healing, crutches, canes,
 braces hang or lean against 
walls and on the alter.
Tearing eyes peer at imported Italian
 marbled flooring underneath 
beatific statues.  Gold bedecks
 the lifeless forms that stand
 in pious purity.
The church houses fortunes untold,
 made so from the sweat of the meek.
Arms spread, voice shouts, "No!" 
as it did in the temple of the money 
changers.
"Not for this," eyes sweeping
 the wealth in a town of poverty,
 "did I sacrifice my life."