The bell tolled.
The priest/ monk
entered from the right.
He knelt
and kissed the altar.
I sat on the other side
of the grille, black painted,
decorated
with twists and turns.
He bowed to us,
then turned away
to face the altar.
He began
the Latin Mass.
All knelt as he began.
One muttered to my right
a secret prayer;
to my left
one fingered
a wooden rosary,
mouthing Aves
and Glory bes.
He Latinized
his back to us.
I mused on Sophia
trying to ****** me
on the dead man's bed.
Her Polish/ English language
softly spoken
in my ear.
He read the Epistle
of St James.
The rosary pusher
paused her *********
The prayer mutterer
silenced her words.
Sophia, I mused,
lay out on the bed,
hands behind her head,
legs spread wide.
The priest/monk
read the Gospel
of St Mark.
I closed my eyes.
I pictured the Crucified
in my dark.
Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 1:41 PM UTC
The bell tolled.
The priest/ monk
entered from the right.
He knelt
and kissed the altar.
I sat on the other side
of the grille, black painted,
decorated
with twists and turns.
He bowed to us,
then turned away
to face the altar.
He began
the Latin Mass.
All knelt as he began.
One muttered to my right
a secret prayer;
to my left
one fingered
a wooden rosary,
mouthing Aves
and Glory bes.
He Latinized
his back to us.
I mused on Sophia
trying to ****** me
on the dead man's bed.
Her Polish/ English language
softly spoken
in my ear.
He read the Epistle
of St James.
The rosary pusher
paused her *********
The prayer mutterer
silenced her words.
Sophia, I mused,
lay out on the bed,
hands behind her head,
legs spread wide.
The priest/monk
read the Gospel
of St Mark.
I closed my eyes.
I pictured the Crucified
in my dark.
