PoetryColumbarium by Peter Cooley in the November 4, 2020 issueShareShare on TwitterShare on FacebookEmail to a friendPrint I. Front After mass, every Sunday in the churchyard I’ve come to visit you, touch the weatherings along the roseate stone carved with your name, birthdate, death date. Then with my fingertips I drop a kiss along the façade, pretending you’re inside. II. Sides