Resurrection Bingo

In the Resurrection Hall the players
pass tokens between fingers
eyes fixed numb to the walls
and the sacramental calling
of another play

The leadlines in stained glass
define them
mosaic their styrofoam
and linen-gray hair
each strand kaledoscopic
and twirled with another loss

Saints superimpose themselves
haloed by coffee rings
on formica

Moonlight hardly matters
as it throws down its own numbers
through the windows

Cigarette smoke rises to meet
its dark ascensions