Easter Sunday Grumore sits
Down in the chapel of the old
Church light pouring in from
High windows and he watches
A young woman dressed all in
White with long black hair by
The statue of the ****** kneeling
In prayer and he imagines what’d
Be like to wake each day in his
Large bed to see her there sleeping
Naked and him able to have her
There and Monica deep in her
Prayer to the ****** is unaware
Of Grumore there sitting behind
His dark brown eyes drinking her
In lapping her up to his ***** mind
And *** dreams and kneeling there
Her knees aching her prayers pouring
Remembers boys in her school days
Chattering her up thinking her cheap
Putting their hands on her body God’s
Small chapel while Grumore’s eyes
Sitting behind sweep over her his
Tongue hanging out of his mouth
Like a thin snake and he dreaming
He was licking her naked flesh then
Monica opens her eyes and sees the
Blue clothed ****** there gazing at
Her a gentle smile the bright blue
Eyes but Grumore sees the ******’s
Stare the judgment gaze no smiling
Lips upon him there in the chapel
Easter Sunday he looks away.