Last Rites
When you have
an hour to live
what matters then
is Christ in a pyx
in the vest pocket
of an old priest
called at midnight
by a nurse
who drives miles
through sleet
and finds your room
in the hospital
Donal Mahoney
Copyright © Donal Mahoney | Year Posted 2017
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