Idolatry
by Arna Bontemps

You have been good to me, I give you this:
The arms of lovers empty as our own,
marble lips sustaining one long kiss
And the hard sound of hammers breaking stone.

For I will build a chapel in the place
Where our love died and I will journey there
To make a sign and kneel before your face
And set an old bell tolling on the air.