A Catholic Boy
Push me in the door once more.
Scrub me for the alter.
Return me to the sacraments,
the rituals,
the wafer and wine.
Place me, dazzled
among votive candles,
that are such fat bones
for the weak flesh.
To each Holy Sister, a token,
a little lingerie kept secretly-
a sign, that love
with all its depths, frippery and frills,
will prevail.
On a Sunday,
we will lower Him,
from the cross of our guilt.
Chant: enough, enough. enough.
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