The service comes to close and all begin
to pour out from the pews into the aisle
and down from there toward the entry doors.
Before our Preacher manages to merge
into the moving stream of visitors
the Chaplain pops out from the corridor
of people, pushing out into the row
our Preacher's waiting in, to trap him there
whereat he says: "Let's get a drink tonight;
I'll pay—tis not a problem—let me pay. 10
I know the finest place a man can sit
and sip some wine, or harder stuff if you
prefer debilitation for your fun."
Our Preacher's taken by surprise at this,
but nods his head and shakes the Chaplain's hand.
"I'd love a drink. And thank ye very much
for lending me your platform earlier.
Perhaps I'll have an audience to preach
toward now that you've help'd me out with this."
The Chaplain grins and nods and here replies: 20
"O, please, my lad, I'd like us to be friends,
so do refer to me familiar more
as I shall do for thee whilst we converse.
And as for what thy gratitude conveys,
tis not a problem. I should hope it works
to bring thee followers, for I should help
the people see from diff'rent points of view
so they can then decide which they prefer.
But good, we'll go for drinks upon the eve;
I know thy chapel; that is where we'll meet 30
before we hit the town—a pair of lads
who'll cause some mischief by our Luna's glow."
There's something stirs inside our Preacher's chest—
a sort of burn—but he ignores this sense
and pushes back th'associated thoughts
t'agree to their arrangement with a grin.
The hours pass with little to be told;
outside the church the Doll on tippy-toes
appresses lips to Preacher's scruffy cheek
before they part, reminding him his beard 40
hath gotten out of hand these passing days,
and so he goes to find a barber shop,
wherein the barber recognizes him,
for he was at the service earlier,
and thus he knows our Preacher's waning purse
and gives a cut to him for free of charge
with promise that he will attend at morn
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As Ever Like the Sun & Moon at War
PoetryA troubled Pilgrim sets upon a road in search by sun and storm of paradise; a vain Pariah's banish'd from his home to render justice by the moonlit night: two individuals who share a flesh, each unalike in methods and beliefs, yet fated consequence...