Ix: Holy Communions
Yesterday:
Ant-hillers danced within the sky
(Pig-watchers and men clashed!)
Today:
(The sky still cloudy for ant-hillers)
Every ant is summoned
To departmental communions
Where pot-bellied acolytes
(Armed with their mater’s song)
Meet the hungry lads & lasses –
The vergers
Spoke like verslibrists
Their lines out-varying all poets;
Darest Vicar –
Today’s messengers
(Of course: singers of the empty solace!)
Might turn out tomorrow’s vicars
The angry lads are used to big words
Of Profs and doctored-rabbis:
They seek communions of solid solutions!
Copyright © Canny Amah | Year Posted 2009
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