sacristy vignette

man.–– the snail of god.

slick as the hand

at an altar boy's

cassock undone from

the bottom,..

the speed of priest

from rectory to judgement.

today is the start of god's day,

I assume, and why not?

who can duck for cover

against these odds..

snail vs. the omnipotent

whatchamacallit

the thing we don’t see

the thing that’s everywhere

inside the two-door sedan

inside the glovebox

floating in the lead

of a toxic gasoline,

inside the room which has no name

and deep in the bowel of man

so far that the nozzle can’t reach.

but priest, he’s seen it and seen it all

and that’s by a slow count

on the old down-low.

but I tell ya: the trumpeter of god can run.

I'll give him that.