Ears Wishing To Hear More

Jonah, please, tell me more. You serve your story raw: Details that won’t ears bore… Once your fine shirt I tore: Your suspense did me floor, When gaped I had my jaw… Had The Priest first hands swung And hit Catechist’s left lung? Who’d called other’s wife “Whore” And who “An Open Door”? Were chairs at The Priest flung And out The Catechist slung? You make larger your tongue: I want facts from it wrung… Had The Priest a chainsaw: Just tell me what you saw.