A Seasonal Homily

The saints are wailing again Rhapsodies too for sinful man Since every heart is drunken with guilt These holy fears washing the land Swamp the drains, flood the pond Pastor shamed indoors since yesterlight Makes several tries at love everlasting Which sweet friction the springs protest In loud parody discordant The eaves,the tiles have ears for such Gossip sticky wet,dripping with harm Gladly passed on down the block To warm the hours of restive loss But breeze and drizzle in raucous refrain, Mock in harmony the lust by most For yuppy drives and chancy grabs When the spectral arc appearing soon Should fill their days with gentle hope