...while some
paraded, regalia-ed in ceremonial
hand-clap-hat, reminiscent of snapping,
leering jaws
...while candelabras strobed
(supposed approval)
and incense burners simpered
(inferred applause)
of all those liturgically-supported,
(purportedly) unchemically self-castrated
not-so-very-good shepherds (after all)
who regularly failed to self-regulate
...yes, those...
those... black frocked ravens delegated
by totalitarian prerogative over hapless sparrow flock,
...while they
...while they paraded, regalia-ed in hand-clap-hat –
other unfortunates
crept into deserted corners, shot up,
offed selves -
.....................churchless
and alone.
YOU ARE READING
There will be time
PoetryWARNING: 'There will be time to murder and create, And time for all the works and days of hands That lift and drop a question on your plate; Time for you and time for me, And time yet for a hundred indecisions, And for a hundred visions...
