“Dead-letter office”

I wish I had the whole thing, but I only have the first stanza.  This poem is written by Tiel Aisha Ansari who I just found out about through the blog velveteen rabbi.  Maybe I’ll have to see if I can get a book of her poems… 

 Anyway, here ’tis.

I am sorry to tell you that your prayer has been judged insincere
and has been sent to the dead-letter office of prayers
where the angel whose job it is will sort and file it
and close the drawer on its thin helpless squeaking.